This Closes Monday 11:59 pm California time.

If you haven't given your ribbon to a prince by then, you face elimination.

If you have already given your ribbon to a certain prince and are having second thoughts. This is the only time and place you will be able to ask for it back to give it to another prince.

Give your ribbon and go back to rping in the other chapters.

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The throne room is quiet as the Royals wait. If you're here you either haven't given yet or you've changed your mimd about who you want.

The King of course sits on the throne his crown seated neatly on smooth brown hair and thick robes encase him. The king's age shows but his is a friendly as he smiles kindly. Watching this interest the girls as they approach his sons.

The Queen is less approachable though certainly eye catching. She wears her crown today, a rare sight, as well as a intricate gown. Her blue eyes are sharp on the girls recongizing most of them. She already has her own thoughts on each no doubt. Celine is here to observe not to chat.

On the side of the king stands his advisor, Arlim Crux. He is in the shadows avoiding the light spilling through windows. He isn't supposed to be higher than the king but he stands tall none the less. His eyes are cold as he barely glances at most the girls.

Adonis stand at the bottom of the stairs leading to the throne. He wears a white uniform, with gold trimming and tassles, standing nervously like a groom awaiting his bride. He was told white made him look angelic, that it may. The white certainly brings out his platinum hair and the gold his, well everthing else. He hadn't thought he'd recieve so many ribbons already. Giving them all but one one back will be a difficult task.

Grayson looks positively glowing today. His white smiles contrasting the lack luster expressions of everyone else. He standing with his hands in his black pants pockets confidently. A cream suit jacket clings off his lean frame. If you look closely you may notice a small blue paint stain on his inner dress shirt. He must've been painting in the studio with that shirt, maybe the sky? The grey prince doesn't seem worried the girls who gave him a ribbon will change their mind.

Prinston looks like someone else dressed him again. The color red does look good on him, so at least whoever it was has some taste. He looks closer to a man than a boy in the suit. There's no chair today so he stands hunched shoulders and strings holding him up. You notice an odd circle on the floor around him. He certainly isn't amused by the restrictions, in fact he actually looks irritated. As he looks out the widow of the throne room his features soften longingly. Prinston's interest is lost on anything but the horizon.

You're Final Choice Awaits.