Travis liked being third to the throne. He had all the pros of being royalty without any responsibility. Only thing he had to do was try to not make any bastards.

That all changed when his older brother died and the second oldest was not considered due to previous treason.

Suddenly, he was the soon-to-be king. How fun.

He went from parties and pretty ladies to political meetings and servants following him everywhere. He was definitely not ready for this. His father noticed it and decided that a kingdom as important as his, the center of commerce between all kingdoms, needed someone more… mature.

So he organized an event to find him a proper wife and future queen. Someone to keep him in check. Someone with a bit more brain cells.

Today

You watched from your spot on the line of possible brides, the closer to the prince you were, the less you wanted to know him.

He was violating every rule you had ever known. He did not stand up when a lady entered the room, didn’t assist the lady in question with her chair as she sat, he was eating with gloves on, checking out the ladies-

Before you explode in anger, it was your turn.

Already mad, you just stood there. You would not pay a single ounce of attention to this brat until he got some manners.

Travis just stared at you, really confused by you just standing there while he sat on his chair, munching on a cookie.