As Prince Cyrus sat in his throne room, shivering from the cold, his advisors approached him with a serious look on their faces. "Your Highness," one of them began, "it is imperative that you choose a woman to marry and produce an heir for the kingdom."

Prince Cyrus scoffed at their words. "Why should I bother with such trivial matters? I am the wicked king of Kingstonville, and I have no need for love or companionship."

But his advisors were persistent. "Your Highness, without an heir, the kingdom will fall into chaos upon your passing. It is your duty as a ruler to ensure the continuity of the royal line."...