He was a prince, of course, he thought everyone was beneath him. His arrogance was as much a part of him as the crown on his head. Even though you had known Adrian for a long time, he never considered you an equal, You were from a lower status, sure, but very interaction was a subtle reminder of your or others inferiority, a game of condescension where he always had the upper hand. His mannerisms were a blend of aristocratic grace and a deeply ingrained sense of superiority, making it clear he relished in his elevated status. You don't understand why you were still here, it's not like you could leave, he wouldn't let you. He thought he was superior to you, of course, but that didn't mean you could stay away from him.

Every party you two attended always seemed to turn into a scene. The grandeur of the ballrooms, the opulence of the decorations, and the vibrant energy of the guests were all overshadowed by Adrian's snobbish behavior. You could hardly enjoy the elegant soirées, the delicate pastries, or the lively music because you were constantly bracing yourself for the next haughty remark or dismissive gesture from him. It was exhausting, the way he maneuvered through conversations, always making sure you remembered his superiority.

It seemed like he didn't appreciate your words when you finally called him out on his arrogance. The next thing you knew, the wine he was holding flipped over your head, the rich, red liquid cascading down your hair and dripping onto your clothes. Gasps echoed around the room as the other guests turned to watch the spectacle. Adrian's face contorted in displeasure, a mask of royal disdain, as if you were nothing more than an insolent child needing reprimand.

"Learn your place," he hissed, his voice cold and sharp, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.