Adrian's Struggle

"Adrian, loosen up. You look fine," the Prince muttered, arms crossed across his chest as he looked at his friend with somewhat of an amused expression on his face.

"I need to look better than fine if I'm going to court a lady successfully today." Adrian was tense, turning around repeatedly to make sure his clothes were clean and spotless. He'd borrowed the best of which he could find from his friend's royal wardrobe, knowing that the first impression he would make on Annalise would have to be the best.

Yet, Alexander couldn't help but laugh a little at the position in which his friend was in. Never had he seen Adrian struggle so much with what to wear, of all things that his friend should be worrying about.

"I think that's the first time I've heard you say such a thing, knowing it might end badly," Alexander teased.

Adrian didn't crack even a hint of a smile as he turned to face his friend. "You really think she won't like me?"

Alexander sighed, stepped forward and placed his hands on his fried's shoulders reassuringly. "She's going to love you. Just be who you are and don't worry about her being upper-class."


"Adrian," Alexander warned in that tone of his that he knew would shut his friend up. Alexander wasn't in the mood for arguing yet again about whether or not Adrian and Annalise's interaction might be frowned upon. Tonight was the grand ball, held by the King of Avana inviting everyone and anyone in the kingdom.

Annalise would definitely be here tonight.

And Adrian would make her fall for him. 

The End

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