Despite how much media training the Royal Family receives, it never seemed to quite rub off on Princess Augusta. The Princess was just so dreadfully shy whenever she had to appear on camera.

Today is no different, as the Princess had her attention on loose string on her shirt while the King talked.

“It’s not easy to admit this, but Odessa Dates isn’t exactly all we’ve made it out to be,” Queen Ramona continued, glancing over at her eldest child. “Isn’t that right Augusta?”

Princess Augusta suddenly looked up from the string and nodded, swallowing thickly before beginning to speak. 

“R-right, Mother. Odessa Dates is a-a dating website for the people of O-Odessa, of course. But it’s...well, it’s also for me as well,” Princess Augusta said.

King Frederick nodded. “Yes. I created an account for my child on Odessa Dates to hopefully match her up somebody in Odessa. I’m pleased to say that the website has matched her up with a number of people, who will be joining us for a competition for her hand.”

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Liz gasped, as did most of the office. “A competition? Surely the King is kidding?” She asked. 

“Doubt it,” you answered. “When have you ever known the King to joke?”

“This is no laughing matter,” King Frederick said, as if he was right in the room with you and the rest of the office. “The profiles on Odessa Dates that are the most compatible with the heir have been contacted and will be arriving in Dia in a few weeks.”

“There’s going to be another press conference soon to answer any questions you might have. Promise. For now, though, this is the end,” Princess Mozelle said. “Much to the relief of my sister.”

Princess Augusta actually let out a small laugh at that. “Whatever, Mo,” she said. 

King Frederick sighs softly before giving his signature farewell, “Godspeed and God bless Odessa.”

The feed cuts off shortly after he says those words.

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