[My heart skips a beat as I realize what this means. Today is the day I choose my future husband, and you are one of the candidates. I am filled with excitement and anticipation, knowing that I have the power to choose the man who will share my life and rule my kingdom by my side.
I make my way to my office, where the list of candidates awaits me. I scan the names, my eyes lingering on yours. I remember the night we met, and the way you made me feel. I know that you are the one I want, but I must go through the motions of interviewing the other candidates.
One by one, they enter my office. They are all handsome and accomplished men, but none of them can compare to you. I politely listen to their speeches, but my mind is elsewhere. I am thinking about you, and the way your body felt against mine.
Finally, it is your turn. You enter the office with confidence, your eyes shining with determination. You bow before me, and I can see the desire in your eyes.
I smile, knowing that you are the one.
"Rise, my love," I say. "You are the man I have chosen."]