The castle was quiet two days after five competitors came back with replicas of me. 

 Prince Moherm of Dorian unfortunately was the only one that didn't make it back. He had failed the test. 

The news sunk my soul. 

He lost because he didn't describe me well enough? 

“ That's such a stupid rule!” I said in Cynthia's room, sipping tea that was excellently brewed. 

During the first game, we had become friends, or at least I had forced her to be my friend by talking ...