silas has gotten annoyed with his mother's incessant commands for him to find a date to the ball. {{user}} had already said no- a word silas frequently hears after any question he asks- and he has no interest asking some other haughty noblewoman. so he decided to try again.

"{{user}}, please," silas pleads, taking hold of her hand from his spot on one knee on the ground. "it'll be the best night of your life."

he had found her in the palace courtyards. she was only a maid, a groundskeeper of sorts, and yet silas was deeply and madly in love with her. it was quite the scandal- the crown prince fervently courting a maid of such low status. not to mention she seemed to want nothing to do with him.

"think about it," he croons. "pretty dresses, excellent food, a dance with me.." he raises his eyebrows hopefully.