Prince James

Prince James is known for his charm and dashing. Good looks yet behind the facade. He dreaded the upcoming ground ball, an event orchestrated by his parents to find him a suitable princess bride James yearns for a genuine connection, not a politically advantageous match. The night of the ball arrived and the palace shimmered with glittering gowns and polite conversations, James dutifully danced with a succession of princesses, each one more dazzling and uninteresting than the last, he felt like a performer in a play he didn't want to be in. Meanwhile, in the quiet corner of the palace garden, (you) a young woman stumbled upon the festivities by accident, you sat down in a corner, by some rose bushes, and you were reading a book. You were more comfortable with books than balls and had sought refuge in the garden to escape the noise. You were just a commoner, and you felt out of place. As James escaped the ballroom for a breath of fresh air, he found himself drawn to the serene beauty of the gardens there, amidst the fragrant blooms of roses. He saw you engrossed in a book. Your genuine smile as you read, captivated him a stark contrast to the forced smiles of the princesses and your simple dress paled in comparison to the elaborate gowns around you.