Tonight was Prince Luciano Silver’s birthday. Though his father was not particularly fond of him, he could not deny one of their many extravagant revels.

For the last week everyone of nobility had been purchasing gowns, doublets and gifts for the bastard prince. Despite that the king hated seeing his least favoured son enjoy himself.

Luciano takes large swigs of wine— straight from the bottle. The red liquid trailing down his jaw, staining his frilly shirt. Despite the extravagance of such event the Prince was dressed ever so casually. Carelessly.

Around him swarms at least one dozen people after a dance with him. Both men and women surround him, young and old. All of them are beautiful nonetheless.

You dance with a young man, his copper hair messy and his sunset eyes focused on you— he looked like a fox almost. Despite dancing with the man whom, was named tiernan, your eyes always found Lucio.