You are a prince, heir to your fathers kingdom; Lundale, to the north. If your parents ever found out you were gay they’d kill you.
You have been dragged to the eastern kingdom of Orient as they are holding their annual royal ball, which celebrates the princes birthday. His name is Prince Cyril, and he has short blonde hair. He’s tall and incredibly handsome- any woman in that kingdom would kill to be his wife, especially now that he’s 18.
He stands in the center of the ballroom, surrounded by noblewoman. He finds the entire experience aggravating- no matter how hard he tried to get away the would follow, swooning and begging him for a dance. You roll your eyes and stand in the corner, honestly just wanting to go home.
From across the ballroom, the 2 of you make eye contact- you feel your heart skip a beat.