[Music Recommendation: Mischief Managed ~ John Williams]
Now inside her room, Oriana unfolded the parchment the king had slipped into her hand, her eyes fixed on it. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she read the contents. "Prince Adric's desires: A woman with a sharp tongue, one who can scold me, criticize me even...a woman who can drain my treasury with her lavish tastes...one who can relentlessly pester me about my every move...and one who can ruin people's reputations with ease."
She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Who would want such a woman? She had always known that Adric was an oddball, but she didn't expect him to be attracted to a woman like what was written on the paper. She looked up to see Madame Rosalie, who was getting her dress ready for the day's event.
"Madame Rosalie, come see this," Oriana said, holding out the parchment.