"Where on earth have you been, Sherlock?" Prince Mycroft asked his younger brother.
"I went to the forest, if you must know." Sherlock snapped at his brother.
"I Well, I deduced that from the mud on your shoes and leaves in your hair. You missed the meeting ,again . "Sherlock merely grunted in response. "That is not very legal is it" earning himself a glare from his brother. "Well you will be 'glad' to know that one of us have to be married within a year, and a bride finding hall is being held in your honour, as everyone is convinced you are more likely to marry."
"Why would that be?" Sherlock sounded a little shocked.
"Well because women throw themselves at you and you are totally oblivious to this as you are a completely blind idiot most of the time."
"Thanks for clearing that up" Sherlock replied sarcastically.
"Your welcome dear brother, as I have told you many times before. ' I'm the clever one'".
"I don't agree with to this" Sherlock exclaimed getting back to the original topic.
"Well if you had been at the meeting you would have had a say. All the Princesses and..."
"Wait, if I have to agree to this, the ball is to be open to everyone, or I shall not attend."
"Would you care to elaborate, dear brother. What changed your mind, let me guess, you meet someone in the woods. Very well let the peasants come."
"No," Sherlock quickly defended " you know that princesses are boring and brainless, at least if more people are invited there is a chance of a decent conversation, also it is better for the people " Mycroft turned and left and Sherlock called after his brother "I'm glad I'm not a snob like you" but it was too late Mycroft had left. "JOHN! JOHN! Oh there you are , I need you to arrange the ball and innovations. Everyone is tho be invited. Did you get that EVERYONE. "
With that he left the room, in the opposite direction of his brother and leaving a very confused John behind.