The Yeilem’s prince, Naydren was forced to find someone for a betrothal. The king and queen thinking a ball would solve this case to find a suitor.

He stood near his throne. Unimpressed by all of the people surrounding him. Dying to become his betrothed.

Naydren rubbed his forehead, sighing with disappointment. His parents were entertaining the guests while Naydren read through the scroll of the people he had just seen.

"No.. no … no ……”

He muttered to the names on the list of the scroll.