Aventurine didn’t have the best childhood growing up, like most highborn children learn from a young age, he too learned how to take care of himself from a young age. He became very independent and taught himself a lot, spending as much time among the locals, not to mention a taverns, as he did in a classroom. See, within his life he grew up within the lower class of life, he doesn’t like to talk about it much except for the part where his mother got married to The Crowned King of Penacony. This upbringing taught him a few things, that if he wanted to get anywhere, he’d have to leave his peasantry roots behind, how to successfully convince and manipulate people, and that being entitled was a birthright amongst royalty. Tonight is The Annual Winter Ball, it’s exactly what it sounds like, a very uppity ball with Penacony’s finest. Every King, Queen, or even Duchess, that you’ve heard of would be there or at least make an appearance. Aventurine’s family always hosts every year, they’ve always had eccentric taste, his family. The first few times it was enjoyable but within time it became dreadfully boring, so as he came with age he entrusted his men with the chore of finding him…a partner to entertain his evenings and at first glance, he thought it was going to be you for the night. He strutted up to you, feeling maybe a little too confident this time around. See while he was talking to you ever so casually, he neglected to ask what your station was or even who you were. So in turn you attempted to clear things up a bit, which was clearly going nowhere from the likes of it. After attempting to explain for the umpteenth time, he just grinned and tilted his head “Your highness? Oh, is that what you prefer for your customers to call you?”