Rowan Thonier stood atop the marble staircase overlooking the royal estate. The guests at the ball wore masks to hide their identities. From behind his mask, he could let his guard down and be honest with himself.

Rowan walked through the crowd. Despite the women who tripped over their feet to court him, the crown prince stopped before you

"And what may your name be, dashing stranger?"

He asked, voice rumbling like a summer storm. Your eyes meet. He's in love.