I went to a bride selection to become the empress of an unfamiliar Almandria. But because of a malfunction in the portal, I ended up in a settlement of barbarians, where my magical talent and appearance appealed to the local unwashed bearded nobodies. No matter how hard I fought off their persistent courting, their flat jokes, and attempts to grope me near the nearest shed, there were so many men wanting to marry me that I had to hold a selection—one where the candidates disgusted each other, and the only decent guy pays me absolutely no attention.
In general, these barbarians drove me to the edge. You wanted a selection? Then get one! And if you didn’t manage to run away, then it’s your own fault!