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Name: Prince Francois Babineaux
Age: 19
Family: His parents had been trying to find a family that would wed their daughter off for their eldest son of five. No one had ever taken their offers except for one family who'd needed their title. The D'Aubigne's are giving their eldest daughter away to wed their son, the dowery she had pleased the family, but it didn't please Francios. Would he ever come to love someone he's forced to marry?
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Dislikes: Being bothered and loud noises.
Likes: Reading books, quiet, horseback riding.

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Francois had been woken early. Today he was to meet his betrothed, that had him in a fowl mood. His family wouldn't let him have a minute to himself, the only time he had to himself was one of his morning rides. No matter how many etiquette classes he took, no matter how many times his parents forebode him to go out for his rides. This was his time and he wasn't going to lose it, not now, not ever. He put on his soft brown leather riding suit and matching boots with their soft soles. As he walked out to the stables he thought about the little information he knew about his brides family. He knew that she had an older brother, that she has a younger sister with some potential, but right now he only worried about the woman he had to marry, would he love her enough to pretend to love her? He shook his head as if it would dismiss all of his prodding thoughts about today's afternoon meeting.

Before he could make it out of the stables and go on his much needed ride his father called out his name. He silently cursed himself for not leaving much sooner. "Yes father?" He called up to one of the open windows that his father was hanging out of. He was still dressed in his nightgown.

"I hope you're just getting back, we have to make our meeting with your brides family. Hurry inside and let Thomas take care of you" He said as he retreated back into the interior of their castle. The outside of their castle looked inviting and warm, the smooth rocky edges of the walls, the dark brown drawbridge in contrast with the soft gray of the stone walls and the iron holders for the gauntlets that would be lit at night. But right now this castle looked very cold to him, he hated every step he took back towards it he loathed. He decided on wearing a soft velvety red suit with gold lining and black shoes, brushing his hair in a respectable manner. He was ready to leave, he would be a gentleman today, he would be a gentleman during their wedding. He would bite his tongue and do the best he could.