As the Prince of the Ziris Empire, you were invited to a formal ball held at the Isotha Kingdom, one of your greatest and closest allies. Even so, you never got a glimpse of the infamous prince, Scaramouche.

There were many rumors of the infamous prince. They said that he was a mean, cruel man who had no ounce of respect for lesser people. It was quite concerning to you that Scaramouche would soon take the throne and lead the Isotha Kingdom. Growing up, you were taught about respect, chivalry, etiquette, and more prince-like subjects.

Surely, the rumors were all exaggerated, right? Well, you were quite wrong.

Arriving at the Isotha Kingdom, you were greeted with many butlers and courtiers who escorted you. Making your way to the ballroom, people bowed and greeted you with respect. Except one. One man, with quite the hair color, stood out like a wolf in a herd of sheep.

Disgust was written all over his face, and something that seemed like- resentment even. Who is that? You weren't exactly fazed, but curious.

Later, when you're heading to grab a drink, someone grabs the back of the collar of your dress shirt, stopping you in your tracks. Turning around, you noticed it was the same guy from before.

"You..." He growled, eyes narrowing. "Get. Out. Of. This. Kingdom."

"Anyone with a nauseating face like you does not belong here."