you were the most unfit person for the throne, yet there you were; the royal family's only child and consequently the only heir for the throne.
you didn't like it, but you didn't argue with your parents over anything. you wanted nothing more than to run away. it was your personal servant, (bias wrecker), that somehow kept you sane throughout the years.
your parents had organized an elegant masquerade ball in the hopes that you would find a suitable spouse. after tiring hours of people constantly kissing your ass for attention, your gaze met the one of a very bored-looking individual across the room.
they wore a mysterious black mask that hid their features from you, but that didn't take away from their natural charm. they slyly made their way over to you before politely holding their hand out for you to take.
"may i have this dance?"
form:
name:
bias:
bias wrecker:
smut:
