I found myself strolling along the sides of the grand ballroom as the guests around me continued to drink and speak with one another. Tonight was my parents’ yearly ball in which they invited royalty to our land, the FAYZ kingdom, for a night of dancing, wine and expensive cuisine. I was attending the ball as usual, making my rounds about the extravagant marble room with the light of the crystal chandelier shining down on the formal guests below. I spotted my brother across from me, speaking with a few princesses, all of whom were giggling and hanging on to every word out of Sam’s mouth. Pathetic. I continued to stride by myself, making a mental note of all the guests and keeping to myself. No one wished to speak to me anyways, but princes like myself didn’t waste time on party goers. I felt a few odd looks come my way, followed by hushed whispers once I passed by. Of course they gossiped, for why would they not? It’s not everyday the cruel prince of the FAYZ kingdom is seen so open at a ball.