It was Zen's big day. His ball had been arranged months prior, in hopes of finding a wife worthy of Prince Zen, royalty and beauty wise. Zen knew his duties, but it bore him to such an extent that he had escaped the last three. Now the castle had placed guards around every corner, trained by the King himself to stop Zen from escaping. He cursed himself for being such a foolish child.
Nonetheless, he got out of bed and took off his nightwear, revealing his honed, muscular abdomen, clenching with every move he made. Zen shifted smoothly so he could make it to the ball in time. As he put on the tights, he noticed a mysterious figure on the castle grounds, wearing a hooded cloak. The figure then ran away, so he just waddled away from the window, due to the tight clothing, thinking nothing of it.
As he stepped outside and fixed his posture, the guards snickered from rumors of a red-haired girl in the village. They thought the idea was ridiculous, why apple red hair was the rarest kind.
Zen ignored them and scurried along, hoping to not miss the opening. When he arrived Izana had him whisked away. Zen found himself sitting on a golden throne, and fixed himself once more.
Suddenly the curtains glide open and all of the kingdoms waiting outside stamped inside.