Prince Damian Wayne; the youngest son of King Bruce Wayne, amongst his three elder brothers, two of which were happily married.

Damian was not fond of the Ton at all. He despised it, the chains of society alone, let alone the elitist and tight bounds of the Ton. If it were Damian’s choice, he’d live on a farm in the countryside, with his art gallery, Titus, on his own, with no Lady Whistledown to speak lowly of him and his family. Then again, as the king keeps reminding him after each mistake, he was born into this life.

After a long stay in the snowy countryside over winter, Damian was back in Mayfair for Spring, or The Season. Not that he had any interest in finding a debutante or a wife, he only did this, attended this season so he wouldn’t have to face an argument with his father.

That was also the reason he was attending this stupid masquerade ball at the Palace. Because his father had forced him to attend.