The Alpha Prince in his Mate Selection

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The royal musicians are blowing trumpets, welcoming the arrival of their highness, Alphonso Raphbarg. Horses march the border of the kingdom with the troops that participated in the war. People are gathering, chattering 'the prince is back' to each other with an ear-to-ear smile. 

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The evening has come. Castle walls rise out of the darkness. Each and everyone in the Kingdom is invited to the resplendent night, the mascarade ball. They gather in the castle through the different carriages sent by the King for transportation means.  At a later time, a fancy white carriage travels from one house to the Palace with a white rose flag attached to its folding head. The first carriage to arrive is from the noble family, a shiny black shoe stamps on the folding step. It's Duke Marko, wearing a blue lounge suit, giving a hand to his wife, Duchess Antoinette, and daughter, Marionette. Both women wear a blue long flowing dress with gold damask patterns on both dresses made from luxurious fabric satin. The Duke's family walks in the staircase layered with a red carpet on the center aisle. The royal guards standing

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺The King calls for the royal doctor as he wants to know the reasons why his son is acting a different person on his birthday. He can't believe that his son kills an innocent man plus hurt his sister, Corine, in front of the others. It leaves a severe trauma in the hearts of some citizen. The King sighs heavily in his chair as he strokes his forehead in stress.  "Your Highness, the royal doctor, William, is here to check Alphonso's condition," Minister Kingsley announce while bowing his head to the King. Kingsley feels sad about what happened. "Good day, Your highness. May I check on Prince Alphonso's condition?" The royal doctor fixes his eyes glass with his middle finger as he speaks formally to the King with the usual stoic expression. His black eyes compliment his personality. "

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺Butterflies fly around the invisible air as its wing flaps in kaleidoscope color. A yellow wing butterfly rests on Prince Alphonso's nose as his body peacefully lay on a short bright green land. His skin perceives a small tickle despite the fact, laying down on a green mattress.  

ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺‧͙ﾟ⁺˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚⁺There was a long silence after the Prince's declaration. It makes the whooshing sound of the wind heeded.  Then a man with confidence claps his hand to break the silence that glooms