Roman sighs sullenly under his breath as he watches the people dancing in the ballroom, watching as colourful dresses twirl and petticoats flair out dramatically.

He hates these betrothal balls with a passion. Roman absolutely cannot stand the idea of marrying for anything less than true love, so the idea of marrying for money or status makes him shudder.

Besides, not one of these people interest him. He knows they're not truly interest in him, just his money, so why should he entertain the thought of marrying them?

Roman props his cheek up on his hand, his elbow resting against the arm of his prince's throne, his cheek squishing against his hand as he gazes down at the various people at his betrothal ball.

Roman's gaze slides across the ballroom, and his eyes catch on someone he hasn't seen before. Roman's eyebrows raise slightly, and he cocks his head to the side.

Roman rises from his throne and descends the steps towards the ballroom.

Despite this being his ball, hardly anyone notices, caught up in themselves. None of them glance his way as he approached the person who caught his attention.