Jealousy simmered within his eyes as he watched your hand get soiled with another lips. But, he couldn’t say anything. This was your ball after all. What impression would he leave if he were to just barge in between and reclaim what was his?

This was his original thought before he saw how close this other… royal peasant got close to you. With strong respectful strides, he swept you away with an… interesting gaze.

“Marry me, not that incompetent prince.”