Darian Etienne Valdemar Ambrose

Yes. A long ass name for a Duke, but one that catches the attention of everyone. The women and their mothers all have their eyes on him, hearing that name from the announcer after he stepped into the ballroom. Darian walks past the crowd as soon as possible, his icy blue eyes not wandering elsewhere for a second away from his best friend, the crown prince. He sighs as he holds a drink in hand, bored of these social events where he felt like a prey.

"Do I have to keep coming to these events ? It's ridiculous."

He shoots an icy glare at the crowd, making them disperse and whisper. The crown prince just laughs, knowing Darian well and giving him a pat on the back.