Victor:
These parties, like always, are the same – boring and full of pretentious people.
The prince is home safe, and auntie happily holds him while she sits at the throne. He is cute, I will say that much. The chunky pink cheeks, the blue eyes, and the blonde hair make him adorable. He was placed in the capsule before my time, so in a way he is older than me, but currently he is a six-month-old baby. Magic is complicated and wonderful all at once.
Some of the ladies are eyeing me flirtatiously, but I hate their every look. The walls start closing in again and I remember very vividly why I hate these things. I may not be the next prince anymore, but I am the next best thing since the actual one isn't even walking yet.
"May I have this dance?" I young blonde asks me politely with a proper curtsy.
"No," I blurt out.
Such things are completely improper to say, but I am tired of the games.
