You were your kingdom’s prince. You never really wanted to rule the kingdom, you’d tried to convince your parents that one of your younger siblings could take the thrown, but they were adamant that you were the heir.

Your family had thrown a ball for you. You were meant to find a wife at the ball, to court young noblewomen. Your parents wanted you to have a wife, a queen to rule beside you, and your coronation was in just a few months.

You’d spent the night dancing with the young women, not interested in any of them. You were dancing with a noblewoman when you spotted a young man from across the ball room. The man didn’t look like a noble, much less that he was invited.

After a few moments, the young man started making his way through the dance floor with grace and precision. You nearly tripped over your own feet as you watched, distracted from the dance to watch the young man.

He soon was right beside you, and with gentle grace, took your hand from the nobleman and started dancing with you. With closer observation, you realized that you were right, he wasn’t a noble. He was the wizard Howl Pendragon.