Jacob walked in front of his mirror and paused to look at himself for the hundredth time that morning. The day had finally come, today was the day she was going to meet princess Eira, and prove to her that he was a suitor worthy of her hand. Not all these other posers who had absolutely nothing as compared to him.
The dark haired elf sleeked back his hair and tightened his ponytail before fixing his collar and dusting off the sleeves of his shirt. He needed to look perfect, he needed to smell perfect, he needed everything to be perfect for this day. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.
"By the end of today," Jacob mumbled to himself as she admired his reflection in the mirror. "Eira will be mine. I will enchant her so, that she will think of no other man but me. And then finally when the thirty days elapse, I will be the man standing at the end of the isle she will be walking down."
