Augusta has strawberry blonde hair that she loves to fashion into a bun. On the rare occasion that her hair isn’t in a bun, it reaches just below the tops of her shoulders. Augusta has both her mother’s eyes and cheekbones and would likely be the spitting image of her if it was not for her hair color. 
    
She’s on the tall side, but can still comfortably look at most people without straining her neck.

After glancing at the royal portrait for a few more moments, you decide to click out of the website before your roommate woke up and decided to recite the whole lineage again to you from memory. 

You retire to your room, only realizing that the sun had set when you nearly tripped over a pair of shoes inside of your room, due to how dark it was inside. Your sometimes comfortable, sometimes annoying office job awaited you in the morning and maybe even the results from the dating website. 

You go through your usual bedtime routine, pausing only briefly to eat something that wouldn't completely fill you up, but would keep the hunger at bay until morning.

Soon enough, your head hits the pillow and your eyes slide closed with little resistance. Thoughts of royals and dating soon became nothing more than distant memories as you drifted off to sleep, knowing that regardless if you get that email with the matches or not, you were likely to have a pretty mundane day tomorrow. 

Of course, it’s always the days that seem the most mundane that end up not being mundane.
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