Bruce stood by, sipping on his wine as he overlooked the crowd. The diamond of the season was to come out soon, having been picked by her majesty just earlier.

He would tell you that he didn’t care much of such things, and those same exact words ran through his mind as he watched the other pathetic excited men wonder if the diamond would pick them as their husband. The duke had better things to do. But honestly, he was rather nervous.

He was still on the market after all these years. He knew everyone was getting anxious. His wards were getting anxious, Alfred was getting anxious.

The sound of the ballroom quieting drew him from his thoughts, and looked over to see you standing there. The diamond of this year’s season, the person everyone will be vying for.