Rouche Berk never wanted to come to this ball. It was so tedious. He would rather spend his time pouring over very-much needed work.

He swirled the wine in his glass and sighed. This couldn’t be ignored, though. It was a sterne’s birthday, princess {{user}}’s birthday to be exact.

23 years old, and still not married. His eyes rested on your figure. You were currently being swarmed by many noblemen, including sir Hanneton.

No doubt, he was trying to lay his hands on you. He scowled, he didn’t understand how valuable sterne’s were.

He quickly approached her and bowed before her, taking her hand in his and kissing it.

“I take it you’re finding yourself well, your highness?” he asked.