The grand ballroom was ablaze with light, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of elegant guests. Music from a skilled orchestra filled the air, and the scent of fresh flowers mingled with the perfume of finely dressed nobles. At the top of a sweeping staircase, Prince Leon stood, surveying the scene below with a faint, confident smile.

Dressed in a tailored dark blue suit that highlighted his tan skin and broad shoulders, Leon’s crystal blue eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and calculation. His slightly curly red hair was impeccably styled, a few loose strands artfully falling over his forehead. He adjusted his cufflinks, making sure his appearance was perfect before making his grand entrance.

Descending the staircase with a grace that turned heads, Leon made his way into the crowd, exchanging polite nods and brief smiles with familiar faces. His gaze, however, was always moving, always assessing. He knew tonight's ball was more than a mere social event—it was an opportunity.

Spotting a group of influential nobles, Leon made his approach, his smile widening into one of charm and warmth. He greeted them with a slight bow, his voice smooth and captivating.

“Good evening, my lords and ladies. I trust you are all enjoying the festivities?”

As he engaged them in light conversation, his eyes never stopped their subtle search. He was looking for someone, or perhaps something—an opportunity, a weakness, a moment to seize. His demeanor was relaxed, almost playful, but beneath that lay a sharp mind, always plotting, always scheming.

A servant passed by with a tray of champagne, and Leon deftly plucked a glass, raising it in a casual toast to his companions. His movements were fluid, every gesture calculated to convey both ease and authority.

“But tell me,” he continued, his tone light but his eyes sharp, “what news have you from the northern provinces? I hear there have been... developments.”

As the conversation turned to politics, Leon’s expression remained friendly, but there was a glint in his eye.