{A/N}: Okay, so now I am going to start another fanfiction about Prince James of Syracuse! A.K.A: Proteus and Kida's one and only son and child. So, some fanfics that I have previously written will be a bit delayed sorry to say. And, this will be THE first Disney Crossover fanfiction that I've written in 1st person point of view! ^^

{Prince James' POV}
I finish putting my formal attire on for as long as an hour, I head downstairs to the ballroom of our palace. "James!" I hear my father call out my name as I freeze. "Yes father?" As fast as I can, I head to where my father is. He is chatting with the royal chef about preparations for my birthday feast. You thought correctly. I am turning seventeen today. Tonight, to be exact. Once my father, King Proteus, caught a glimpse of my arrival he claps. "Ah! James! You have arrived! And with perfect timing. Reme here, asked me what your paborito flavor of cake was. And knowing you, you love, none other than, chocolate! Is that correct?" I sigh. That's what all of this was about? "Yes. That's right." I fake a smile to Reme and Dad. "Perfect! Oh, and your mother needs to talk to you about the couples dance tonight." Couples? Dance? That sentence reeked of bad news. Still, I headed to the ballroom which is where I was supposed to go and see my Mom. Kida. reyna Kida. Must I make that any clearer? My dad's a King, and she married him so now, my mom's a queen. Easy logic. "Mom!" I call out. "James!" I see my mother who is wearing an elegant multicolored blue gown. "You needed me?" I ask as I shrug at the same time. My mother hugs my face. "I am so glad you are here. We never agreed about who you were going to dance with in the couples dance!" I always loved listening to my mom's accent. She was so fluent in it and it was lovely like listening to a symphony. "I told you. I don't want to dance with anyone." Sure I might sound rude but it's true. I'm not the kind of Prince who would be pleading to dance with some make-up faced princess. No sir. That is not me!

Once the celebration began and I had already scarfed down some cake ahead of everyone else, I decided to stay as far away from the ballroom as possible. There's no reason for some prince to arrive at his own party when no one is paying attention to him. I often feel that way. It's always about having parties, duties and taking care of royal appointments. For me, as a prince, I have to smile, see royals, and mind my own business. Yup. Livin' the good life. Suddenly I hear a certain track coming from the ballroom. My eyes widen in shock. That was my song. My paborito song that I adored every single day. And I knew what that meant. It's time for the couples dance. Surely I hope that my mom didn't put me up with some strange princess that I don't know to dance with. Some torture that'd be. I head to where everyone was waltzing. When I arrive, it felt like every single one of the guests eyes were glued onto me. Like sap on a tree. I give a nervous smile around to everyone and grasp both of my hands together. First, I start dancing with myself. Unfortunately, that's not working out for me that well. But then I come up with a quick idea. I run {royals aren't supposed to run like you're about to be eaten sa pamamagitan ng a monster} towards my mother and I stop right in front of her. I reach my hand out and she sets her right hand on her puso like she was about to cry. She gives me her hand and we dance until the song is over. So much fun!