Prince Jonah

Lady Evalane

Lady Samantha

The Ring

Both women stood frigid, waiting in the grande ball room. It was nearing midnight, and an air of tension and awkwardness surrounded the final selected. A brief murmuring of words had been exchanged before entering the extravagant room, including a simple greeting and an exchange of "good luck." Samantha and Eva had come to the selection looking for love, and tonight, for one of them, their dreams were about to come true.

After what felt like an eternity, Jonah finally entered the room, carrying with him a small velvet box. He stood in front of both ladies, and took a moment to compose himself. He would be lucky to have either one of them as a bride, and this decision had not came easy.

"Thank you for joining me here tonight. And, uh, congratulations, to the both of you."

Sam and Eva both nodded, shifting nervously, waiting, hoping praying.

Jonah cleared his throat, hoping to relieve the tight knot that swelled in his throat. "Before we- proceed- I just wanted you both to know that you are.... two incredible, kind, intelligent and beautiful girls, and this had probably been the hardest decision in my life. Any guy would be lucky to be with you, and I want you to know that I truly do care about the both of you."

"Tonight, however. . . This is me taking another step further. At the beginning of all of this, I never could have imagined that I would be standing head over heels as I am right now. The stunning girl I am about to propose to. . . I have no doubt in saying that she's my soul mate. She would never fail to make me laugh, or to put a smile on my face. From the moment we met, I could just feel something between us, something drawing us together. And, although you might have stepped on my feet a few times that first night, somehow I knew that there was something special about you. Something that could be cherished, adored, and loved. Throughout our time spent together, I feel like you have gotten to know me as not just the prince, but as myself. Jonah. The red-headed dork that stands in front of you. But maybe, just maybe, this red-headed dork could build up the courage to ask you, a goddess among men. . . "

"Will you marry me?"