“If you want you can sit,” Prince Jason of Gotham said, his eyes closed as he sat back on the chair he was sitting on. You didn’t know how he knew you were standing here considering his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was about to fall asleep from boredom. But he probably just felt someone staring at him. “Are you going to sit down or just stand there awkwardly?” He said in a slight growl, as he shifted in his seat.

Did he know who you were? You were literally the princess of the kingdom this ball was hosted at. You’d heard the rumours about him, mostly from some of the servants. Why did people spread rumours about royals? Well they normally didn’t, unless the royal they were talking about was really bad. And here the most talked about royal among the helpers was, asking you to sit with him—or just allowing it.

I mean, it was intriguing to see how one of the most feared royals was like, but then you didn’t want to get beheaded by him. But you were also bored out of your mind, especially since none of your royal friends were here.