The prince was working his way down the line of candidates and was already halfway down the platform. What on earth could he be asking them? Vienna wondered. Could he be asking, 'Do you like long walks? Or what is your zodiac sign? Do you mind if I bite and drink your blood? Oh! You are so hot. Will you marry me?' It was absurd, yet each girl he spoke to looked at him with adoration. It was as if the lamb was practically begging to be slaughtered by him.
Vienna reminded herself that these girls wanted to be his wife. It was different from the sacrifice, which also they had been happy to volunteer for. Maybe like the tall girl next to her, even the other candidates wanted to get away from their hard, boring, and unpleasant daily work, and choosing the royals was the only alternative left w
