As the door opened, many individuals in the ballroom crowd applauded. There was some smalltalk between suitors, and Keith spotted his father in the very back speaking with the parents of said suitors. I wish he wasn't here, Keith thought glumly.

Keith stepped forward until he was on the dancing-floor. Some sweet girls were giving him eyes of flattery, but Keith tried to avoid contact. Mingle, his father had told him before. Greet hands, make friends, and find a suitor! The future of this kingdom depends on it. Keith growled internally, a sour taste on his tongue.

Keith aimlessly lifted his eyes to look at the faces of everyone around him. A strange women walked up to him, in a long beautiful green dress and a golden tiara.

"Are you Prince Keith?" She asked, reaching out a hand.

I took her fingers delicately and bowed, kissing her knuckles, "I am. And who might you be?"

She bat her eyes, "My name is Princess Allura, of Altea. My brother would like to meet you."

Keith internally died, both of irritation at both their apparent facades, but also as relief as this Allura wasn't a suitor. Allura stepped aside, and the Prince of Altea stepped forward. Though Keith hated having suitors... he was a gorgeous man.

He smugly bowed, in a translucent blue robe and blue clothing, "Lance, at your service."

Kkeith bowed in return, but didn't take his hand, "Keith, Prince of Galra. Nice to meet you."