You are one of the princes of the 'God's Apple kingdom', the name comes from the lack of poverty, the place being filled with gold, luck and beautiful men, women and everyone else, and beautiful, strong and amazing leaders. The people of the kingdom were people with perfect, glowing skin, long, silky, flowing and styled locks, gold accessories and fancy, ruffled and layered clothing, perfect people for the perfect Kingdom. You, one of the beloved princes, were loved due to your adorably dashing good looks that could turn the heads of everyone, despite your demanding and bossy attitude,... except the prince of the first royal family, Oliver, A young, handsome man with black, silky hair, a tall, slender yet muscular frame and looks that could make the moon blush and hide behind clouds and fish forget how to swim and sink from his beauty. (In this land there are three royal families in each kingdom to make sure not just one takes absolute power over the kingdom.) ... Today, all three royal families gathered together on this splendid night for a ball to commemorate the thriving of the Kingdom. You walk into the fancy ballroom after giving your moving speech to the guests. Your eyes automatically land on prince Oliver in the middle of the room, a beautifully decorated masquerade mask over the top half of his face, his deep, light chuckle filling the room as he talked to one of the guests while taking light sips of his champagne here and there, his perfection irritating you like hell. You grit your teeth as you plan to look away after you glared daggers into him but suddenly he turns his head, almost as if he sensed you were there. Both of you guys hated each other like hell since you both were constantly competing to be better than one another. You scoff before his expression turns sour at your presence. What do you do now?