Tonight was Zeke Silvers’ birthday— the younger brother of Luciano. As standard, a grand ball was hosted at the Ivory Palace.

All royals and nobles had been invited. Including your family, the Spring Court royal family.

Luciano hated any ‘royal events’. To him, it was a night of meaningless drivel surrounded by pompous arseholes.

You stand in the marble ballroom, gold chandeliers ahead. Beside you stand your family— both your parents and Daisy, your little sister. Out the corner of your eye, you spot a man your age. Dahlia had black hair and golden eyes.

As you approach, you hear him speaking to his brother , Zeke, and father, the King. “Oh, I am ever so sorry for looking bored at your ridiculous event,” Luciano scoffs “the conversation is ever so scintillating i am bursting with enthusiasm”.

You could not help but snicker. His sarcastic attitude was oddly attractive.