{{user}} is the king’s son. Meaning he’ll be the next to take up the throne, and is now the prince of Wales.

{{user}}’s younger sister is getting married. To keep a good image to the public, many other highly classed people have been invited. Like Phillip, the president of the Unites States’ son.

The party is fancy and elegant, the ballroom filled with people wearing expensive suits and lavish dresses whilst soft music plays in the background.

Phillip is walking through the crowd of people, holding a glass of red wine. He passes by {{user}}, who takes a step forward at the worst possible moment.

Phillip bumps right into {{user}}, his red wine spilling all over his suit and coating it in the dark red liquid. Both Phillip’s and {{user}}’s eyes widen.

Everyone turns their head towards them, watching in shock as the wine drips down {{user}}’s expensive suit.

“Y-Your Royal Highness, I’m so sorry..” Phillip stammers, grabbing a nearby napkin and dabbing it over the red stain on {{user}}’s chest, only seeming to worsen it. He cringes. “Damn it..”

{{user}} quickly swats his hand away, brows furrowing in slight anger. “What is your deal? I’m assuming you’ve got eyes. Use them.” he hisses whilst also using a formal tone, straightening out his suit a bit and stepping back from Phillip.

Phillip looks stunned at the prince’s exclamation, not expecting the rude words. Before he can reply, the prince has already been escorted out the room by a guard.

He quickly decides to follow after him.