'To Test A Princess'

"A test. A test... What could be a test? What do you think, Cashew?"

Florian sat on the plush velvet couch, an unrolled piece of parchment resting on his knee while he tapped the quill against his chin. The blank page stared back at him accusingly, his thoughts swirling with the enormity of the task Heinz had placed on him. A week-long test to assess the princesses and their compatibility with Heinz—and he was drawing a complete blank.

Cashew stood by the side of the room, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. The young servant had a small frown etched across his face, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. "Hmm... I'm not quite sure, Your Highness. I'm... not really good with those kinds of things," he admitted softly, his voice wavering with guilt. "I'm sorry..."