Royalty was never your cup of tea. You found it redundant. Most of the people in it were inbred weirdos. But, it would be stupid if you passed up an opportunity to attend a palace ball.

You got it because you're mildly famous over movies and shows you've done and the palace wants all the good press they can get by anyone they can get. So, you were here, in a nice outfit, sipping on the free champagne.

That was until a man bumped into you, apologizing profusely and looking up at you as he picked up the now spilt, somehow not broken glass on the floor. The Prince himself.

"Oh, I'm so so sorry, let me get someone to clean this up!"