Your childhood best friend Caedryn used to sneak around to meet with you. Roaming Castledonia without a care in the world. Though you always knew he was hiding something.

As you grew up you realised that your best friend was really the prince of Castledonia, and today was a royal gala for his coming of age. He saw you from across the ballroom at the drink’s table, leaving his current conversation with a flock of damsels to speak with you.

“Why—you look ravishing tonight. For once.”