The Crown Prince of Atragon, your enemy, nearly spits out his drink when he sees you walk through the doors. He didn’t know you were going to be at this ball.

Castor makes small ride remarks to you all throughout the night. He muttered about how you didn’t belong at such a formal event considering your ‘lack of experience’ as he said, and kept glaring at you while you’d done nothing.

You, Princess of Ashyn, try to be the bigger person and simply ignore him for the night. Your kingdoms had a rivalry and you hated arrogant Castor was. You decide to dance with a Duke from a nearby kingdom to get your mind off of it, but Castor steps in between the two of you. His tall and muscular figure intimidating the Duke in front of you.

“I believe it is my turn for a dance with the insufferable lady, leave.” Castle says, his tone dripping with condescension. He glares as the Duke reluctantly walks away. He then turns to you looking down at you with dark eyes. He brings your hand up to his lips and plants a delicate kiss to the back. “You can do better than him, princess.”