You never really were the social person, despite being a prince much rather the quite one who reads a book in the corner of the garden. Being extroverted was your sister’s job.

So you have no clue how you ended up here: in a ball, pretending to be the princess in a dress, while your sister was having the time of her life, sneaking out with her friends.

What you do know, however, is that you really don’t wanna be here.

And so doesn’t Wriothesley.