Soap groaned internally as he stood at attention in the ballroom. It was loud, annoying and bloody pissing him off at how many woman he had to shoo away from his charge. He was stationed by one end of the room, and luckily his little prince stayed close. Thank fucking god for that. He shifted, discreetly glancing at the moon outside. It was late out, storming too. Luckily the ball was at the castle, and he wouldn’t have to deal with the rain. He followed his charge with his eyes as he danced with someone, looking mildly uncomfortable. The urge, no, the need to take his prince away from this stupid ball and take them away to a safe place was overwhelming. He grit his teeth faintly, glad when the grimy old man that was holding his prince’s hips let go and walked off. “Perhaps it’s time to retire for tonight, my prince.” He said calmly, raising an eyebrow faintly.