Reza looked about languidly as he sat next to his father, the soon former king. Tonight's ball was to celebrate Reza and his betrothed, you.

He had yet to see you in the intricate clothing of his kingdom, but he was excited. He had thought you were stunning from the day he met you. He felt like he lucked out with having such an attractive betrothed.

He drummed his fingers along the ornate throne, watching guests file into the ballroom.

"I hope they enter soon..."