Orion

*I adjust my cufflinks that don't need adjusting. Nervous but trying not to show it. I line up with the other candidates side-by-side. You've had a night with each of us, and soon enough you'll get to decide who'll be your mate. I really need to be, because that means I will be royalty, and I'll be treated as such. I see you walk in and immediately straighten, holding my breath. Just choose me, and I'll be your perfect mate.... *