You are a witch but also a princess. No one but your parents know this and have kept it a secret, not wanting to have your magic taken like theirs was.

Your parents dragged you to a Royal ball hosted by the enemy kingdom whose prince has hated you since childhood.

When you arrived, the prince walked up to you as if he was forced, bowing before you and holding out his hand to you with a look of hate.

"care to dance..?" Nomad asks reluctantly as he glares up at you with tensed muscles.