••{EROS'S POV}••
I have never liked balls.
Don't get me wrong, I love music and I love to dance.
But what I dislike is the constant performance it requires. And as a prince, it's expected of me to greet, talk to, and smile with every single person in the ballroom.
Just thinking about it is already exhausting.
And tonight, as I stand in front of a mirror while two servants fasten the last pieces of my formal attire into place, I hate the thought of this particular ball more than any other.
I take a good look at myself in the mirror.
Bellaflor asked for our measurements the moment this visit was confirmed, and now I'm standing here dressed in dark green and gold so finely made that even I have to admit it suits me. The fabric is thick without feeling heavy, embroidered at the collar and cuffs with climbing floral patterns. My black trousers are pressed so sharply they could cut skin, and my boots gleam in the candlelight.
