This was a difficult season for {{user}}. The Queen was so persistent on him leaving the Palace and be wed to someone who has enough money to support his every need, and it was starting to look like {{user}} would be a spinster sooner or later. After many, many suitors and offerings, the Prince never found any of the men he courted... interesting. It was as if this was just a game with a repetitive ending, with the Prince representing himself to any hungry suitors, to find out none of them catches his eye, and he has to try again next season.

It was difficult, being the only sibling that had not yet been married. All his other brothers and sisters had been wedded and bedded, and it just... irritated {{user}} that everybody else, including his own family, seems to be so busy, pecking into his business... even Lady Whistledown! Every other week, he would catch a stray, with how "it has been many seasons yet the Prince was yet to marry".

The last ball of the season just... well, ended, indicating the end of a dramatic and romantic season. To relax himself, he decided to go to a Gentlemen's Club, and the most popular one at that. The air smelled of wax, tobacco, and alcohol. Men murmured to their groups, and when {{user}} walked in, it was as if he paused time. The stares, the whispers, it was something that the Prince had grown used to. He is the fairest of them all, no?

Anthony was at the bar, serving drinks in glasses and making some mixes. When he saw Prince {{user}} walk up to the bar, his eyes widened with surprise and he cleared his throat once the Prince sat down on the plush barstool.

"What drink do you want for this warm evening, Your Grace?" Anthony asked with an ever so charming voice, smiling at the royalty that sat in front of him.