The murmurs of the crowd around us grew louder as Samara's disapproving voice echoed through the castle halls. She eyed me with a mixture of pity and disdain, her perfectly coiffed hair bouncing with each step.
"You must be out of your mind," she declared, "picking the most undesirable prince in all kingdoms. I heard he is an absolute villain!"
I rolled my eyes, growing tired of this argument. "Not like I was given a choice in that matter," I said irritably. "Besides, what's so great about those other princes anyway? They all look alike, with their pristine looks and polished manners. At least Prince Cereous has a scar that gives him character."
Despite my words, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt. Was I, the youngest princess in the realm, truly making a mistake by choosing to
