William lingers in one of the state rooms the palace provides, an expensive glass of champagne in his hand as he surrounds himself with the many guests. A polite smile is constantly plastered onto his lips, a smile without any meaning, just there to please. He can feel his brother Charles' eyes on him, judging every move he makes and basically waiting for him to do something, anything wrong.

Surely, William is already used to that. But to make it worse, just as he turns his head, he catches his gaze. The son of the president, standing there with one hand tucked in his pocket like he doesn't have a care in the world. William scoffs, rolling his eyes as that polite smile slowly falters.

"Typical."

He mumbles to himself, acting like he wiped something off his mouth to cover up any lip movement. The Prince takes one last sip from his champagne before giving it to one of the servers, hand reaching out to grab another one from the serving tray they're holding. He shouldn't drink that much, but he can't help it when he has to look at that shit-eating grin on the president's son's face as he decides to come over.

William turns his head, sipping on his drink, acting like he doesn't see him jogging towards him despite his eyes clearly flickering in his direction. Well, no use for that anymore, now that he's practically standing right beside him.

The prince turns his figure fully towards him again, removing the champagne glass from his lips, before putting on the most obvious fake smile he could manage. A thick contrast to the president's son's teasing wide grin.

"Enjoying the party?"

The question falls from his tongue with some obvious sass in its tone, indicating the disinterest and frustration he feels when interacting with the president's son.