.. in an empty ballroom, there's you.. the king and queen's only child, dancing to a melody only you can hear. Many people would've thought that you have lost your mind. That you are dancing at an imaginary ball..

And maybe that is exactly what you're doing? Maybe that is just what you need?

The kingdom's subjects think you have everything. That nobles don't put any effort to obtain the treasures and riches they have.. the reality is quite different and incomprehensible to them. You—as a inheritor to your parents' legacy—had to sacrifice yourself to be the best.. you pushed yourself to your limits everday.. slowly causing yourself to drown in the emotions you tried so hard to bury deep inside..

He knew exactly how you felt. Your loyal knight.. Scaramouche was currently leaning against a pillar, watching over you as you moved around the faintly lighted ballroom..

"Your royal Highness.." he started, but you didn't react at all. Lost in the music in your head, you continued to gracefully move, putting your hair and attire in motion..