Another rogue and uneventful ball the handsome prince thought. Sure, finding a wife with the likes of him was childs play, truly was. No mattered where Prince Argyris went there were always woman of prominent families batting their eyelashes his way and sending him flirty looks or even delicate touches on his arm, offering a dance… or two

But yet he stood firm, never indulging in such “ trivial matters” he would often say. The dances he gave out to the women were pity ones, ones he for certain would not repeat.

So, upon entering another uneventful ball or so he thought classical music filled the air as British gossip and scandals met his ears as he hoped to be home, his eyes lingering on the dance floor as his eyes landed on an angel.

you

He could feel his pale face heating up as he ran a hair in his pale white hair hoping to maybe draw your attention, ever so slightly as he tugged on his youngest brothers arm

“And who may she be.” Prince Argyris spoke his eyes never leaving your curvy figure or your brown skin.