KittyQueen
Bring out the claws!
Prince Jasper stood next to his parents King Robert and Queen Isabella. It was a huge day, but it was something that Jasper wasn't looking forward too. He didn't feel like he was ready for a wife. He wasn't ready to take over the Kingdom when his father died. He wanted to be young and foolish again; but those days were long gone. He signed and leaned on the railing of the castle. His mother gave him a quick kick to the back of the leg. She hated when he acted like a boy. Jasper rolled his eyes and stood up straight. He brushed his hair out of his face and groaned. Today was the day his life ended.
Down bellow the girls lined up with a lock of their hair. The kingdom's sorcerer, a thousand years ago, had decided to make a ceremony for young women and men who had become of age to decide their spouses. It was now the tradition of the land. The sorcerer on this special day would light a massive fire. This fire was not like any other. It sparked many different colors like purple, green, and red. Jasper had to admit that it was very beautiful at times. The girl would approach the fire and drop their hair into the fire. After a few moments the fire would burn a certain color and a name would appear. That name would be their future husband. The fire was never wrong. It always picked based on what was good for the kingdom and what linage would survive the most. High borns always got high borns and commoners always got commoners. However, today would prove that fact a lie. After the ceremony there was a massive feast were the new husbands and wives would celebrate their new marriage. This was also the time when the newly weds would decide their future careers.
Jasper has always liked watching the ceremony but now that his name was amongst all the other names he didn't like it as much anymore. He had already met all the high borns girls and he didn't like any of them. They all wanted his money and the title of Princess. He just wanted a nice girl that cared more about each other then herself. He watched as girls slowly made their way to the fire and drop their hair in. Jasper's eyes stopped on a young lady. She was defiantly a commoner but she was pretty. Much prettier then any of the other girls. Jasper watched her approach the fire. She dropped the hair in. The fire burst high in the air and a name appeared. Prince Jasper. The kingdom grew silent. No one dared to speak.
(let me know if I need to change anything!)