Evander sighed following his father down the large staircase. This ball will be the death of him here is where he meets whatever stuck up Princess he is to be wed with. Not that he wants it but when did his father ever care about what he wants. He straightened himself making sure his hair looked before he emerged from the ball room looking pristine beside his father. The ballroom erupted into applause as his father introduced him.

After a couple minutes he managed to slip from the crowd wandering over to the bar table having the bartender working whip him up something strong. He is to be crowned prince next week and when he’s less then excited that would be an understatement. If only the crown had gone to his younger brother, Xavier who would be more then extracted to be king rather then him.

He took a sip of his drink watching everyone drink and all the other princes swooning princesses sweeping them off their feet. It made him feel disgusted. He then finished his drink sitting down. Well if this was going to happen it would happen. He started to walk into the crowd before he bumped into a servant carrying Drinks, the tray falling to the ground the glass shattering all around him. He bent down to pick it up on one knee before looking up at you “my apologies-..”

When he looked up he was greeted by a.. gorgeous servant women. “My- apologize did I get.. glass on you.” This is the one and only time a women has made Evander stumble over his words.