Today was the heir prince’s coming of age. Which would launch a week long preparation of his ascent to the throne. Which would start with a grand ball, where people of prestige could show off and catch the princes eye. For the next night, he could choose a bride.

Satoru hated it. The whole thing was uptight and snobby. He didn’t want to be forced to marry some eye candy. He didn’t want the crown. Yet there he was, drinking the finest wine in a packed ballroom.