I try to calm my frazzled nerves. Maybe this is just his public composition. I bet that when we get the chance to be alone together, he will show his true colors. He’s probably sweet, kind, and loving. I let myself believe that, at least for now. It’s the only way that I can gather up enough courage to meet him.
I interrupt his conversation with another maiden. Immediately I regret it. There goes my chances at making a good first impression. Should I give up speaking to him and just hope it goes well in three years when he rescues me? Maybe I should-
“Hello, my dearest Bianca.” He says smoothly. I hesitate at the sound of my real name. Usually I’m either Stop Slouching! or Be More Ladylike!.
“Yes, that’s me. You’re Denver, right?”
“Of course, my dear. Did you not know that the moment you met me? Destiny drew us together, and we are true soulmates. We shall be together for all of eternity. I love you, dearest Bianca.” He holds me in his arms. This can’t be my true love. I don’t even feel like I’m being held by a human being, let alone feeling warm and protected by him!
