Prince James is ridiculously handsome. He looks like a legit Greek God with a chistled jawline, the face of a prince, tanned skin, short chestnut brown hair, and dark blue eyes that speak of the ocean.

He is the youngest prince of Italy itself. His mother, Charlotte, is a tantalizingly beautiful woman with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He gets his eyes from her. His father, Nathaniel, is imposing but strong, and just as handsome as James, but older and more rugged. James gets his hair and looks from him. He has a soft and the most loving side to his wife, aka James's mother. James has siblings, but they are all older than him.

But currently, he's being forced to go to a masquerade ball that his family is holding. His mother throws them every ear on the first day of the solstice. It has always been her weird tradition, but this year, it is increasingly more annoying to James because he's expected to find love or just someone to love him, but most just want him for his looks or money.

Plus, people, especially his extended and very powerful family members, want to see how he has grown, and his older siblings are coming in as well to see, plus other people want to see as well, how the young prince fairs.

His mother is decorating, and she surely did outdo herself this year. It's splendid with decorations and food stations. The balcony is set with a setting sun, painting the sky with brilliant colors, and most importantly, her garden is furnished and ready. The roses are blooming strongly this year.

And the guests are arriving.