Aadi-28

Footsteps clacked along with the band's music and Aadi looked up, only to be met with a very unpleasant sight.

Aadi's longest time rival and royal troublemaker, Prince Garai de Macron sashayed slowly towards the table with his family- Queen Issa and King Khöns de Macron- slim and calculating in an all black suit with pearl cuff links. Who the hell uses pearls?

His hair was slicked back with a few strands escaping in rebellion: His grin, attractive but quite scary, spread across his observing face as his blank grey eyes drank in the delightful scene before him.

The Prince of Ardenia had begun to turn red, gripping the half-drunken glass of non-alcoholic (his parents had made sure) wine in his fingers. His eyes narrowed into slanted anger and he let out a furious breath through his nostrils.

What a joke!

He'd been keeping his temper at bay, trying so hard to be calm and this happened? Hell would freeze over before he sat opposite Garai.