a charming prince.

That's it. She realized it as soon as the thought had came to her. She had all of eternity to do whatever she wanted, but what did that matter if she had no one to enjoy it with? That was a fine way to amuse herself. It didn't have to be forever. And she certainly didn't have to marry any of these people. Maybe if there was one who suitably impressed her enough....

That was getting ahead of herself. Yes. Camilla had decided. Her whims had taken a direction. What she needed was a dashing heroic prince. Someone to sweep her off of her feet. Or.....maybe it would actually be better to find the most haughty and prideful one that would never bow to her. Even a cute naive princess who was completely helpless when it came to being dominated was an option.

Whatever the case, the only thing that Camilla had to really think about was the exact process of courting. She was the great evil witch. Two opposing forces that were sworn enemies fated to clash and war, falling for each other....it was rather the classical romance story. And as classic story tradition demanded, the most appropriate thing to do would be most likely to kidnap her future mate. Those were the rules. They could always be bent, of course. But then tradition did always end up standing for a certain reason.

Taking a moment, she dropped all of that out of her mind. Unnecessary thought. The exact process wasn't what she needed to worry about. She just needed to do it. She could have just about anyone, but it also wasn't just anybody that would be able to sate her boredom.