This was so boring. The room was loud, the hundreds of chandeliers blinding you. It was safe to say balls were a disappointment. You had to follow your father around all night giving polite smiles and fake interest. You just wanted out. Instead, your father led you to the front of the room. You couldn't attend a ball without greeting the hosts... the royal family.

The contrast was large. You and you're humble widowed father, newly a lord, stood amongst them. A hearty king, a graceful queen, an imposing crown prince, a flowery young princess, and a cold bastard son. You and you're father did not fit here, why did he have to go around being a genius inventor?

"Ah, the genius from the south! I'm so very glad you could make It Lord Montalle!" The kings spoke with a boisterous laugh.