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James stood infront of a mirror, his arms outstretched and maids measuring each part of his body. "Mother, must I really do this? After all, why does my generation have to fix your mistake?" He asked.
"Quit your whining and hold still, you make it hard on the maids to measure you correctly for your tuxedo you will be wearing for the ball tomorrow night." His mother replied.
"I understand that, but why must I choose a wife there? Can't we just be friends or something?" He asked holding still.
"No, if you want peace, you'll have to find one and trust me, when you go, you might change your mind. Now run off to bed, you'll have to be up early to make it there on time." She replied.
"Yes mother," James replied and jumped down from the small box he stood on his and ran down the hall and into his room, thoughts ran through his head as he started to drift off to sleep. Would he really find a wife there? What nation would she be from? Finally after about an hour, he fell asleep.