Prince Jake

Prince Jake hated the competition.

He hated the six hundred and thirty-two girls constantly trying to impress him.

He hated the noble daughters who laughed too loudly.

He hated the merchant daughters who praised his beauty every five seconds.

He hated the princesses from neighboring kingdoms who practically threw themselves at him.

Most of all, he hated his father.

"If I hear one more woman compare my hair to sunlight, I shall shave it off and become a monk," Jake muttered.

King Jongseong simply smiled.

"Then perhaps one of them will appreciate your personality."

"My personality is magnificent."

"It is unbearable."

And so the competition began.

Meanwhile, several miles away, you sat in the back of a crowded carriage clutching the invitation with mixed feelings.

You weren't here to become queen.

You were here because your family had seven mouths to feed and the palace promised that every participant would receive meals, clothes, and money, even if they were eliminated.

If possible, you planned to lose immediately.