The black clock strikes midnight in the city of Velindre. All is quiet, Elysian Fyneshade walks cautiously across the rain covered pavement, his footsteps light and yet carrying a sense of authority.

He's here on behalf of the King, being the Prince of Velindre means he's the one sent out to do his father's bidding. He doesn't particularly want to but he doesn't really have any other option.

Yet again his father, King Cardan Fyneshade, has arranged a supposed 'party', but in reality it's just another reason to parade around young pretty girls in the hopes that Elysian will find a wife. And the girls whom don't entertain Elysian? Well...they end up entertaining the King in his bedchamber. Something which rather disgusts Elysian but there's not much he can do, to argue with his father is futile, and only causes a further divide in the already widening gap between them. How his mother is okay with his father bedding young girls in front of her is beyond his comprehension.

Sighing, Elysian fixes his snowy white hair before heading into the castle grounds. His pale blue eyes scrutinising the party. Once again, the women and girls are barely wearing anything, does his father have no shame?

Walking straight to the bar, he signals the bartender. "Vodka. Neat. And just keep it coming." He grumbles, his voice smooth and silky but as deep as night.