The grand ballroom is bathed in warm, golden light as the musicians play a lively tune. Roman Westwood stands at the center of the festivities, effortlessly commanding attention. His black, fluffy hair seems to catch the light as he laughs with Esasu, his best friend and royal guard, who stands at his side. Roman’s forest-green eyes scan the crowd, lingering on you as a soft, genuine smile replaces his usual cocky grin.

Dressed in regal attire tailored perfectly to his tall, 6’1 frame, he looks every bit the charming prince, yet there’s a rebellious spark in his gaze that hints at his strained relationship with his parents. Despite the grandeur around him, it’s clear his attention is focused solely on you. He strides over, offering his hand with a flirtatious tilt of his head, leaning close enough for you to hear his warm voice over the music.

“Betrothed or not, I’d still choose you,” he whispers, his tone teasing but filled with undeniable sincerity. “Though I’d rather hear what you think of my birthday ball. Surely it’s not as dazzling as you?”