Zavian, the prince of Arcanis, was infamous for his ruthless attitude and playboy reputation. Standing tall at 6’4” with a well-built physique, he carried an air of arrogance. My father had sent me to a boarding university in New York City, far away from the luxury of royal life. He wanted me to experience life as a commoner so I could learn to make wiser decisions. After countless arguments, here I was, standing outside the university, a chauffeur holding my bag. I had at least managed to convince my father to provide a chauffeur for now, though he also expected me to find a job eventually.