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"matchmaker, send me the boy of my dreams," she muttered sarcastically as she sat down at the head of a long table. she couldn't help but imagine that one scene from mulan with the matchmakers, although there was something a lot more sinister about this than a disney movie.

there wasn't going to be any kind of cute boy of her dreams walking into her life anytime soon. in fact, she had never really been interested in cute boys with stunning personalities. she had always chased after the quiet, brooding types. she wanted a guy who would reveal little to her about himself, but who would still wrap his arms around her and hold her close when she needed it.

her taste in guys sucked ass. she knew it. everyone knew it. she chased after guys who didn't even show interest in her, wanting them to notice her. they did notice her, but they often just scoffed or made fun of her antics. it was kind of depressing, if she was being completely honest.

please bring honor to us all.

too bad she had no one watching her. no family members to care that she wasn't even going to pass on the family name. she'd take the name of whichever man she was forced to marry. it was all for the sake of maintaining peace and already incredibly shaky alliances. what would a loveless marriage possibly do?

and who would control her branch of the organization once she was married?

would it go to the man or would it remain hers? she had been told time and time again that her men would never truly respect her authority because this place was no place for a woman - especially not a girl like her. she could see the subtle looks of disdain, the way that they wanted to wrinkle their noses at her sarcasm and coldness. they wanted her deference and not her leadership.

acantha opened the folder she'd been given, seeing a small stack of files of eligible bachelors.

what if she didn't want any of them? what was she supposed to do then?