You pulled out a chair and sat down, making sure your posture was alright and your hands were neatly placed in your lap, otherwise you'll get a scolding for leaving a bad impression on the guests, whoever they were. You'd stopped trying to actually put effort into these fancy events a while ago as they were often unnecessary and foolish. It was a 'just smile and wave' kind of situation at this point. You glanced up from your lap, giving a polite smile to whoever may be seated across you before looking back down. Then you did a double take, your gaze landing on the boy across from you. He looked about your age. That was never a good sign. Two royal families coming together with alike children? Red flag, in your books atleast.

He also gaze a smile, though more nervous than yours as he clearly didn't wanna be there either. You felt that. You observed him, the sounds of your families chatter becoming but background noise as you watched him fidget. His leg was bouncing and he seemed to be picking at his nails, the quiet sounds of his mechanical limbs not going unnoticed aa he did so. You looked to his father, who didn't seem to care much of his movement. You were slightly taken aback—if you ever pulled something like that, your parents would definitely notice and you'd definitely get in trouble. Looking back to the boy, you couldn't help but feel slightly jealous, averting your gaze. Soon, you tuned back into the conversation between the parents, only hearing the end of your mother's sentence as she turned you you.

"—get married, so talk to him a little, {{user}}."

Alarms went off in your head. The other prince's father turned to him as well, mumbling something to him along the lines of 'go on, Rocket.' Rocket, that must be his name. The boy glanced at you, the father doing the same. The three adults, your parents and the boys father, sat back, watching to see what to make of the soon to be interaction.

"Hey."

He quietly greeted, clearly feeling a little akward, giving another small, polite smile.