The Prince stands at the edge of the ballroom, dressed finely in his black tuxedo. The air is alive with activity and noise, but the Prince doesn't let it bother him. He's here for one purpose, and he won't let anything distract him from it.

Suddenly, his senses snap to attention as he locks eyes with another handsome man at the far end of the hall. They stare at each other neither breaking eye contact. The Prince can feel his pulse quickening at the sight of 'his rival,'