Liam was sitting in his throne, looking at the ladies in line. His parents wanted him to wed, so Liam had to pick a bride or groom. He wanted a groom, his own prince to cherish and kiss and cuddle with. But he hasn’t seen one. Princesses are too perfect too... girl. Liam was a gay man, and only his parents and a few advisors knew.

Liam turned his head to the person walking up next in the line lazily. A prince, finally. Liam perked immediately. The boy looked like a bottom. Just how Liam liked his men. Liam prayed that he wasn’t a rich snob.

“Hello.” Liam tried so sound charming and sexy, leaning his head in his own hand on the armrest of his throne and smirking lightly. “Who might you be?”