A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Prince childe, son of the king and queen of Azela. On this day, the entire kingdom was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the ball when the daughters of noble families have a chance to meet childe and have a chance at winning his heart The women in the crowd whispered, squealed, and some even fainted. So predictable. As he expected