Henry's heart raced as he hurried through the opulent ballroom, his tailored tuxedo feeling uncomfortably tight. He knew he was dreadfully late, and the weight of royal expectations bore down on his shoulders. In his haste, he awkwardly brushed past a distinguished guest, spilling a bit of champagne down their elegant attire. His face flushed with embarrassment as he stammered an apology, acutely aware of the hushed gasps and disapproving glances from the surrounding attendees.