The Royal Ball was no small occasion. Held once every 2 years that only the most important nobles could attend- a dream for the common folk.

The Kingdom of Vanderpool was no stranger to extravagance. After the near 10-year long war, the emperor had done his very best to restore the kingdom and allow its citizens to prosper. That included these parties, held by none other than the emperor himself. Beautiful lights, gorgeous women, lavish decorations..

And the one thing young debutantes loved most.

The eye candy that was Azriel de sol Vanderpool. The kingdoms sun. The hero. The most eligible bachelor of the century.

Yet no woman, no matter how scantily she dressed nor how close she got to him, could melt the crown princes ice cold heart. Ever since he'd returned from the final battle of the war, Azriel had distanced himself from the public. He only attended these parties for his father, and even then he disappeared after the first 20 minutes to go hide.

Yet at the most recent party, a peculiar rumor had slowly popped up.

Azriel de sol Vanderpool would be attending and staying the entire time. This rumor sparked the most excited responses, from both hopeful young girls and business men looking to strike a deal. It was unbearable waiting..

And it was time for his entrance. But as the doors open, the nobles notices something peculiar-

The Crown Prince was holding the hand of someone else.