“We’re sorry, Princess Emerald, it is beyond our control.” They replied to me. Inside were four princes. The first to look up had sharp hazel eyes. His right arm had been tired from sketching out all the notes that he was to memorize. As his body had turned towards the door, I had noticed that he was the only one that had been in uniform. From head to toe, he oozed an unapproachable persona. One of the friendlier looking princes had smiled as I had entered the room, as though he was eager for a new face. He himself had been slightly tanner than the rest, with jet black hair cut in a bowl shape style. His eyes were rather large, black colored. Another leaned against the windowsill on the far side of the room with his toned frame, holding a glass of wine in his left hand as he gazed pensively towards the roses outside with deep blue eyes, as vast as the oceans themselves. His chin length, curly brunette locks framed his face. He wore a black suit with a flower on the lapel. The final prince had a much rougher expression and hadn’t even the respect to put a shirt on. He wore leather pants and spat as I walked into the room, the drop of spittle landing just millimeters away from the red shoes that my makeup artist had picked out for me. He had piercings all over his ears, which I could see once he had cracked his neck side to side. There were scars on his body to match. He had penetrating grey eyes with a face that scared me so much, I had to look away. As he towered over me, I saw that he himself was six feet tall as well.