Prestigious and noble balls were no rare thing in this kingdom, although the Prince, Luis, was never quite interested in it.

He'd much rather spend all his time in the library, reading Don Quixote again and again. It's been his favourite book since he was a little boy, after all.

But his grandfather always forced him to be in the ballroom, be a 'good' prince, a good example to the kingdom. Show how well mannered its crown prince is.

He also reached that age where he was supposed to finally find a suitor, not necessarily to continue his bloodline - no - but to have someone by his side to rule over the kingdom with. His grandfather, the King, is already very old after all.

During one of the balls, in which he was supposed to, once more, meet people to try and find a suitor, he snuck away onto the balcony. Luis did that every once in a while to smoke. It was really enjoyable for the man, a time to relax and bathe in the soft glow of the moon.

He thought he could stay there alone and unbothered, until he heard the door open behind him and footsteps.

"Oh? ¿Estás aquí desde el banquete?" Then he noticed his mistake - maybe they can't speak Spanish. "Where are my manners - are you here because of the ball?"

Luis' face had a soft smile, his wavy brown hair framing it almost elegantly in the soft moonlight.