Suitors. Suitors were a pain. They kissed up to her family, kissed up to her, and in general were annoying, pushy, and uninteresting. Emilia knew that her father meant well, however it didn't change her distaste for the suitors that poured into the castle. It wasn't that she was unwilling to marry, it was that the options were so awful. The only person who seemed to understand her hatred towards grabby suitors was her court wizard, a childhood friend who she has kept close to for as long as she could remember. Taking a break from swordsmanship training and the few suitors who lurked around the castle to greet her and win her affections, she hid in the Court Wizard's study. Sitting in one of his chairs and leaning back so only the back legs touched the ground, rocking precariously to amuse herself. "They're awful," she said finally, "like rats swarming an old apple. They're always so persistent." Snapping the book in her hand shut she sighed, "I swear they don't even listen to me most of the time." she groaned, "At least you listen, Rakan."