If Baylor had one word to describe his mood right now, it would be "bored." Granted this was HIS ball, that his father had put together, but still bored nonetheless. With all the women constantly trying to flirt with him, he honestly rather stuff his face full of desserts.

Baylor is a 25 year old young man. He has brown, wavy hair, with his brown eyes. He was the future prince of his country as is father was slowly becoming older and unable to lead the kingdom, so Baylor had to step up. His father had established this royal ball as an attempt to find Baylor a potential wife or husband to rule alongside, but there has had been luck so far. For the event, Baylor wore a light blue uniform with a golden collar and epaulettes, red slacks, white over-the-calf dress socks with his shiny black dress shoes.

He observed the many guests that had come to his party, but alas none had caught his eye. The females seemed to be fawn over his elegant and formal aura, but it seemed they were only attracted to his looks. The males, on the other hand, haven't even shown interest in him. At this point it seemed pointless and he was going to rule with a empty throne by his side...

Until he saw another handsome male. He was Filipino with tan skin with black hair and brown eyes. He wore a white prince jacket with golden epaulettes similar to Baylor's. He had a red sash with a shiny medal around his body, giving indication that he was royalty, along with navy blue slacks. He wore black over-the-calf socks and shiny black patent leather dress shoes, that clicked as he walked on the marble ballroom.

This man clearly had Baylor's attention just by looking him. He was so handsome and just radiated king material. Of course, Baylor scooted by the guest, madly intrigued by this newcomer. He approached in a nonchalant manner, trying to get the mystery male's attention. Which he did succeed in doing by striking a conversation with the prince. Baylor found out his name was Milo, a name that brought a slight blush to his face, and chatted about their lives. Baylor's father noticed the interaction and let a small smile gain a place of his face. Perhaps there is some hope for his son after all. Now to set the mood.

The orchestra that had been hired for the ball played a sincere melody, incorporating into a waltz like song. Both princes heard this and noticed how every began to slow dance. Milo offered his hand and Baylor accepted, arriving in the center of the ballroom. They swayed to the melody, getting lost in each other's eyes as the waltzed on the ballroom. This went for a couple if dances until Baylor lead Milo away, sneaking off.

Milo couldn't help but be drawn to Baylor, as Baylor was to Milo. Milo had met many princess and princes but they were all stuck up, trying to wed him. But Baylor... he was different. It's like destiny had brought them together even though they had just meet.

Baylor led him to his castle's garden. He claimed it was his get away from his princely life. Granted in was still near the castle, but his getaway nonetheless. The garden had a dirt path with lots of various topiary designed hedges and it had rain during the day before the ball started. Their shiny black dress shoes became muddy the more they walked in the garden, Milo looking around as he marveling at the different designs while Baylor loved hearing his gasp at each of them as he gave his tour. Baylor's parents had taught him to garden and trim hedges at a young age and when his mother passed away, Baylor had a hard time trying to come to the garden. His father still did it occasionally, but it to was also hard on him when he garden, remembering his queen would often ask and converse with each other. But with Milo, Baylor figured he could have a part of himself back.

The two in love princes came across a bench in a playground the garden had and sat next to each other, unaware of a very dirty spot behind them as they stared at the stars above then each other's eyes. They had been mesmerized since they had laid eyes on the other in the ballroom. Milo, wanting to make a great impression of the other prince, leaned slowly towards Baylor's face, intend on kissing him. Baylor blushed at his attempt and gave him a LIGHT shove.

Unfortunately, Milo did not seem to have good upper body strength and was caught off guard before falling into the mud puddle that was behind the bench. He landed on his back, the mud dampened in his white jacket and red sash as he slides slightly with his navy blue slacks getting mud on their black side as well. His socks got mud next and his shoes already had stepping in the terrain, but got more mud on them next. His slick black hair gained mud as he rested before getting up, the substance sink his hands as he did so.

Baylor inwardly snickered seeing Milo slightly struggle to get to his feet in mud. He found it cute as Milo tried to get up, but fell on his front side, ruining his white jacket, red sash, golden epaulettes, navy blue slacks, black otc socks, and black dress shoes get even more muddy from his recent trip. It seemed that Milo must have been reading his mind... because the currently muddy prince grab a clump of mud before flinging at the snickering prince.

Baylor gained a shock expression on his face as the mud stained his blue prince jacket and fell to his red slacks. Now it was Milo's turn to snicker at the smudge he created on his crush's attire. Baylor then gained a smirk and stood in the mud pit which causing his black shoes, that were also muddy from the walking, to become even more muddy while some of it getting on inside and his socks. Baylor grabbed his own clump of mud, aimed, and unloaded. The clump hit Milo's face, which he accidentally smeared on when he tried to see. The mud fight had begun.

Baylor unleashed three more clumps onto Milo, prompting the latter to take cover... only to get more contents on his attire as he was taking cover in the mud, but he could care less of his clothes at the moment. Then as an act of retaliation, Milo flung his own mud balls at the other prince, which hit true. The mud was flung from both princes each aiming at either their face or attire. After a while Baylor took the impacts at his face and attire, before falling into the mud himself. He was dramatic about the impact, on his knees and having his hand out in the air before falling face first in the mud, getting mud on his attire. Milo, with his own princely attire covered with mud stains, made his way over, trudging through with his dress shoes and held out a hand to reach out and help him up... only for Baylor to pull HIM in the mud face first. The action had caught Milo off guard and got a face full of mud. Baylor laughed before Milo tackled him and the two began wrestle each other. Milo proved he lack strength as Baylor was always getting on top while they unintentionally smeared the terrain against each other's body. Milo gained the advantage once in a while, but Baylor was more dominant on the position.

The wrestling went on for what felt like 6 minutes, both princes getting covered in mud while roughhousing until they were tired. The final position was Milo on top of Baylor, holding the latter's wrists with his own hands while is legs were to the side. They both panted, exhausted from their muddy experience. Milo, although he wouldn't admit it, was completely aroused at Baylor's new look.

Baylor's light blue prince jacket had been tarnished with mud, his golden epaulettes was coated with mud. His red slacks had been stained -and housed a bulge- with mud after being dragged, which caused them to roll up from the bottom, exposing his black socks. The socks themselves gained mud as well. Baylor's once shiny black dress shoes had been covered in mud, inside and out. The prince also had mud across his handsome face and luscious brown hair. But overall, Milo thought this look was eye candy.

The same could be same about Baylor's opinion of Milo's uniform. Milo's white prince jacket has definitely ruined from being in the mud too long. His sash and epaulettes were tarnished in the "filth," considering that he was in the mud the longest. His navy blue slacks now were covered in mud -while hiding his bulge- as well as his black otc socks. Milo's dress shoes were also tarnished, the luster had left due to the mud that had worked its way on the leather. His black hair and handsome face sported various streaks of mud running down his skin.

While others might deny, Baylor thought Milo was the one for him -even though they had just meet- and vice versa. Milo then once again leaned in and successfully kissed Baylor, not caring for the mud on their face. Baylor replied with kissing back. Unbeknownst to them, Baylor's father was watching, proud that his son finally had found a lover. The two princes continued to make out, not giving a single care with for their newfound messy appearance as they loved each other. Baylor had finally found someone that he could love and Milo felt the same way.