After the two returned to the palace, the prince was pied up in work again and the two didn't get to see each other at all. By 'at all', it would be a lie; but even when they did, they would not even have a moment spared to wave hello.
Days passed by, then weeks, then months, then years. The two became separate in their ways, the prince traveling to a training school and the butler growing in his skills. The two quickly forgot each other, and they quickly forgot all about the doll fated to bring love.
The moment's passing of Sebastian's gentle demeanor faded away as a figment of imagination as he became more brittle than he already was. It was a shell that nobody could get through.
From eleven to seventeen, the prince was invited to his first debutante ball to find a fitting bride. After years of practice, Sebastian had well-planned how his life was going to go: he would get married, have children, fight wars for territorial and power expansion, and make deals and laws – all until he eventually died an accomplished death.
And so, here he was at that morning…