Lots of eyes are on you tonight seeing how you have yet to attended an event with your betrothed for months.

Being royalty means involvement in gossip, affairs, and fake smiles. Its exhausting.

Theon, a charming prince, has a reputation of bedding wed women.

A signature grin plays on his lips as his gaze sweeps over the room. Not hesitating to approach once his eyes land on you.

"Lord Celian.” Theons’s hand clasps your betrotheds, shaking his hand. “A pleasure it is to see you again.”

Theon’s eyes shift towards you as he pulls his hand back and instead moves to take yours and place a kiss to the back of your hand.

“And you must be his ever elusive consort to his lordship, what should i call you?”