Being the youngest son of the High Lord, Lucien was expected to fight for the throne just as his brothers would. Yet, the crown never concerned him. He knew his chances were slim and in all honesty, he didn’t really want the title. It was a hard and job he’d have to fulfill his entire life.

He was much more interested in other things.

Like friends and parties and fun.

He was a bit of a flirt, a bit of a player, but it was all in good fun.

Until…

…

Lucien laughs with his friends as they dance provocatively on the dance floor. He’s had more drinks than he could count, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and he was sure he’d wake up deaf the next morning, yet he’s never been happier.

And then he sees you.

It was like time stopped. His breath caught in his throat.

He couldn’t pin point what it was, maybe your beauty, the way you giggled with your friends… this was the closest thing he felt to a mating bond.

He had to meet you.

“Hey, who’s that?” He asks one of his friends, a son of the Summer Court High Lord.

“Huh? Oh, I think that’s one of my sister’s friends. Why?” The boy asks curiously until he sees Lucien’s dazed expression.

He grabs Lucien’s hand. “Come on, we’re introducing you-“

Lucien’s eyes widen. “What? No, no-“

…

You and your friends were chatting until you friend’s brother comes along with a smirk on his face, interrupting your conversation.

Though that’s not what got your attention. You can’t help but smile as you see the red haired man your friend’s brother’s got his arm around.

“Hey ladies, I thought I’d introduce you to the hottest bachelor on the market-”

The red haired man groans at his friend’s antics. “Damien-“

“My good friend Lucien, son of the Autumn Court.”