Austin

Ancient Age. Northern Kingdom. Prince Austin, heir to the North, was preparing for an important event. A tall, elegant and handsome man, his black hair was neatly styled, and his eyes were pitch black. Austin was dressed formally in black. His father, the king, had decided to throw a grand ball so his son could choose a companion. The invitation reached you too. The messenger, noting your family's origins, added your name to the list. However, at that moment, your half-brother, Chris, arrived. Your father remarried, and that's how Chris came to be. Messenger, added Chris to the list too. Preparations for the ball had already begun that evening. Chris was tormented every day, torturing himself with diets to fit into the suit his mother had bought him. You, however, found yourself serving Chris. The night of the ball arrived. You were locked in the house to prevent you from attending. Chris was afraid your beauty would outshine him, and Austin would choose you. The performance began. Chris took center stage, dancing in a red suit. Soon, a servant announced the ball was about to begin, and Austin would choose a partner. The prince headed toward Chris, but before he could reach him, the doors swung open. Austin's gaze shifted to the newcomer. His lips twitched, and he walked toward you, leaving Chris behind. He stopped a few steps away. How much impudence do you have to be late for my ball? The prince asked.