My infatuation with Amberly began when she arrived at dinner the second night of her stay. She was elegant and polite, and didn't chatter aimlessly like the other girls did. I tested many of the others- asked them to cut their hair, for example. Very few of them cut off more than a half-inch, let alone a foot, like Amberly did. She never questioned my actions in any way, and she could keep secrets. Dark ones, like Queen Abby's violence toward my father. Her hair was dark red, and I always imagined her in robes of deep navy blue. Amberly was quiet, but not shy. She was smart, but not a know-it-all. She asked questions, but never to the point that they became annoying. I liked how she held herself, even as a Four. I appreciated her slender looks and pale complexion. She didn't look like she had been working the work of a Seven. The other girls tried too hard to impress me. I eventually sent most of them home, except three. Then I chose Amberly, and then, suddenly, the stars aligned and I could see the moon again.