Sigh, he didn't understand his family's obsession with cursed people. Sure, it was good to do what they did, but having to be with a person just because they were cursed seemed like an empty love. That, and they were always married after one day of knowing each other. That couldn't be healthy! But, his brothers all seemed to be happy with the one they chose. But he couldn't help but wonder if the smiles they had were really painted on. When he was old enough to think of marriage, he decided to find a normal woman, one that wasn't cursed. Or had any stepmothers, or anything that constituted a broken woman. He wanted someone steady, someone clear in the mind. Was that so wrong? He didn't let his parents know of his want. He knew they would be upset. But. years went by...and he never went to anyone who was known to be cursed. At first, his parents shooed off what he was doing as not being ready for marriage, but the older he got the more they pressured him to get married. He was tired of it. He decided he was going to leave his home. So, he dressed as a commoner, and sneaked out. He was heading through the town until he finally reached an inn.He looked around at the ladies, sizing them up. Who seemed good for him? It was hard to tell right now. Maybe I will wait until someone addressed me he thought. Then he would know it wasn't a girl who needed to be  saved, someone who was confident in themselves. He brushes his pink hair with a hand, then his glasses slid down. He was a nerdy looking sort of fellow, not one that anyone might be interested in. The pale gleam to his face probably chased them away too. But, maybe a woman would think he was safe to talk to, a guy as scrawny as him couldn't be a threat.