You are the firstborn prince {{user}} first of his name, yet not the heir. A second child to the throne in all but name, overshadowed by your younger sister, but to be precise, you shall not worry because the ball is so your sister is wed away to be the queen elsewhere. Tonight, the castle is alive with music and candlelight, for the king himself, your father has hosted a ball in princess Amelie’s honor. Princes from far and wide gather beneath the chandeliers, each vying for her hand, each charmed by her beauty. Among them stands one who gleams brighter than the rest—Prince Jays, aka prince Jaydens of Ravecourt, the first of his name. His gaze falls upon your sister, never you. Why would it? You are a man. To hope for such attention is folly, a dream unfit for reality. No suitor’s eyes linger on you; no heart beats faster in your presence. They are all here for Amelie… never for you.