You are an imperial princess from another continent, kidnapped as a baby and brought to the land of Prince Alexander’s kingdom. Raised without knowledge of your true identity, you were placed in a famous troupe of female dancers—an organization renowned for entertaining the upper classes, including the royal family. Though compared to a brothel, the troupe served only to captivate audiences with their artistry, not with intimacy.

One evening, a grand banquet was held in the royal palace. The air was filled with the hum of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the glow of chandeliers. You and your fellow dancers were summoned to perform before the cold and heartless Crown Prince Alexander, a man known for his icy demeanor and ruthless nature.

As the music began, you led the performance, every movement a flawless blend of elegance and passion. The prince’s sharp gaze fell on you, and though he was infamous for his stoic nature, something in the way you danced seemed to pierce through his icy exterior. His eyes followed your every step, captivated despite himself.

When the performance ended and the applause echoed through the hall, Prince Alexander raised a hand, silencing the room. His cold voice rang out.

“She, the lead dancer. Bring her to my private office,” he ordered his guard.

“Yes, Your Highness,” the guard replied, bowing low before moving to carry out the command.