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[indent][indent][indent][indent]Unlike most people, Asher was looking forward to the Aciran festivities over the next few months. He had met Raven on a few occasions where they had spoken about random things. She seemed like a girl who enjoyed planning things, and had an eye for fun. He was excited to see what she had in store for her sister Vivian's wedding activities. Of course the events that were to happen in Aciras weren't going to be his usual parties where he could just get drunk and block out most of whatever was going on around him. While he doubted he would be waking up with a different girl in his bed every night, it wouldn't stop him from trying. Of course his mother had to scold him before getting on the flight about his normal shenanigans. She was right though. Leonor was going to be there. He had to prove to her that he [i]was[/i] a suitable match despite the tabloids and constant social media posts that stated otherwise. But how was his undivided attention supposed to be on Leo when he hadn't seen Marcy in so long? Her hair. Those eyes. That spitfire attitude. Last he had heard, she was dating someone now. That introduction would be nice. 

His flight to Aciras was a long one, which made the young man was thankful that he slept most of the way there. He decided to change from his comfortable clothes into his [url=https://preview.redd.it/di7jxj76ssiz.jpg?auto=webp&s=c6fdd1e99f69c39493bb2970b9565e9356c1f51e]suit[/url]. His attendees styled his hair into his usual carefree look. By the time they touched down at the airport, the reporters were already there. Straightening his tie before getting off the plane, he politely smiled and waved at the cameras as he walked to the car. Reporters attempted to shove mics and recorders at him as the guards carved a path through the crowd for their Prince to walk. Questions about his betrothal to Princess Leonor were thrown at him, along with questions about his latest party. It was true that he had gotten black out drunk. It was also true that he woke up with not one, nor two, but [i]three[/i] random people in his bed. While Notia was not an anti LGBT Kingdom, and Asher had always been open about his sexuality, the magazines and papers still insisted on asking about his choices of sexual partners. He ignored them and climbed into the back seat of the car. 

Once he arrived at the castle, there were more cameras. Such was expected, but he hoped there was no more than professional photographers inside. If there were, he hoped they focused on the royal family more than the royal guests. Could he get that lucky? 

He thanked the Willow family for their warm welcome - something he was sure that they had heard for the last half hour and were beginning to get tired of. Once inside of the venue, he declined the waiters offer of champagne and politely asked for a glass of scotch on the rocks. While he waited for the waiter to bring him his drink, he surveyed the room. Han looked drop dead gorgeous in her dress; Henri was a sight to behold himself. He made sure not to stare to long at either one of them. The Arcenia sisters were quite the lookers themselves. Once his eyes landed on Leonor, Asher made sure to gracefully make his way over. With a curt nod to the other man beside her, he bowed to Leo. 

[color=00d0ff]"Princess Leonor,"[/color] he said, giving her a charming smile. [color=00d0ff]"Lovely to see you again. You look absolutely gorgeous."[/color] 

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