Rhys looked conflicted as he gazed at his mother, who was happily chatting away about how the suppose ball would turn out to be. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she ranted on and on.
"Mother." He called when he couldn't take it anymore. Only hearing the sound of the word 'ball' makes his non-existing heart skip a beat, he hated balls and for what reason…..he don't have a valid reason for hating it he just hates balls.
There you will see everyone on their best tire, some trying to mingle and flirt with any rich man or woman they see and others try to blend in. He hated those people, those people looking for any way on how to get closer to them….him especially.
"What?" She asked, glaring at him for stopping her from talking. She was getting these big ideas in her head on how to gain more alliance and pair with kingdoms, but her son had to wipe those whole plans out.
"We can't host that 'ball.'" He said the ball part like a huge lump was on his throat.