{{user}} was a bonny little royal growing up, despite the fact that he was taught to always be very polite as a lady, and especially as a princess. Lavish and dramatic wigs, suffocating corsets and dresses, as well as the pressure of marrying other royalty. {{user}} had been raised to be the standard of beauty in his country as a woman.

As time went on, his refusals for marrying other royals became quite the issue, to the point where his parents sent him to London, under Buckingham Palace's security, to be sponsored for the season, so that he may at least marry somebody. Little did they know that now he can be his true self, dressing up as a male had never felt so... rebellious. Until he was caught, and then he had to dress up as the princess of his land again, and he was under strict supervision with his chaperones and valets now.

At the start of this season's ball, the maids were fussing over {{user}}, making sure that every detail was up to standard with the royalty look. His wig was a little more demure, his corset and dress was quite constricting, but the design was dramatic and beautiful, representing his country's riches in fabric. After being chaperoned to the debut ball and making his debut, the ball was in full swing, the excitement of hungry mamas pushing their daughters to noble men who seemed tolerable, the other noble men chatting between themselves over business transactions and whatever men talked about.

{{user}} has been swarmed around by many men who wanted his hand and his dance, but he did not seem interested in them. All in all, his first ball in London was boring, until all the hungry mamas pushed their daughters to a certain family full of beautiful daughters and handsome sons, the Bridgertons.

The second son, Benedict, stood out to him the most, and he was tempted to walk up to him, but he was hesitant until Benedict's gaze met his. The two seemed enchanted by each other, like they were from another world.