"Has anyone even seen the young Prince tonight? Our High King demands his presence." Murmurs spread.

Nobles bickered and conversed over the unreliability of Prince Cardan Greenbriar, son of the High King of Elfhame, and the lack of his presence at the ball this dusk.

The young Prince was in fact drunkenly stumbling around the thorn bushes within the gardens of the Castle, romancing in trysts and consuming tons of fine wine. He did not care about the demands of his role.