Riseth casually assesses the ballroom. It's a lot of the usual suspects, but many have taken the opportunity to formally present themselves (and their various agendas) at court. The theme of this Winter's Ball seems to be, "The prince is still single; entice him with many pretty girls." As such, there are many pretty girls, all in suitably expensive pretty dresses. All trying to flirt with him. It helps keep the night interesting, at least. By this point, he's almost a little bit bored of figuring everyone out. Lord Ozire has a doomed business venture that he's trying to convince other people to help fund, which is going about as well as can be expected. He's pretty sure Lady Tasne is not actually attracted to men, but the poor girl's brother keeps trying to help, so someone should go distract him to get her some space. This other lovely young woman wants to marry the prince, but she'd be better off with this lord over here. Riseth can't directly introduce her because she'll get the wrong idea about his intentions, so he needs to quietly ask someone else to suggest it for him—
On and on it goes. It's a busy night. Parties like these are usually busy nights, spent cheerfully bouncing around the ballroom like some kind of incredibly friendly hyperactive squirrel that keeps popping up to solve problems and make pleasant small talk. He does not precisely want to be king, but no one will let him pass the crown to his sister and go tromp through the wilderness, so. He's going to do the best he can. If he plays his cards right, he won't even be a bad one. Clearly he's good at some king related things. Not all of them, granted. He needs to make sure that being pinned to his crown and country like a butterfly to a board won't kill him or drive him mad, which is probably not the sort of problem he'd have if he were ideal king material.
Oh well. He'd work with what resources were available, and play to his strengths as much as possible. He's good at that. Maybe, if he's very lucky, he'll be able to find a partner that can keep him from snapping and running into the wilderness to live like a wild man before the age of thirty.
For right now, though, he'd just like to make sure he's met everyone he doesn't know at this ball. Is there anyone he's missed?