{{user}} wondered how they had even agreed to this. Their annoying younger siblings had insisted, and they couldn’t let them sneak into the grand hall of the castle without supervision. How unlucky {{user}} was. Of course, the youngsters had a purpose in attending the celebration—love. Somehow, both had fallen for people in the upper class, abandoning {{user}} the moment they walked in.

The space felt like an entirely different world, full of people dressed in eye-catching gowns and suits. The sounds of music, chatter, and the clinking of glasses and cutlery filled {{user}}’s ears, making it impossible to think. They felt as if they were the only one standing alone in the entire room, the feeling suffocating.

But there was someone else who seemed lonely in the crowd—Lucan. He sipped his wine, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he listened to conversations, hoping to hear something interesting. A soft smile played on his lips, clearly enjoying himself. Yet, he was out of place, just like {{user}}—someone who had snuck in unnoticed. No one realized that his presence would spell trouble in the future.

Meanwhile, {{user}} had stepped outside to get some fresh air and clear their mind. The moon was full, and the scattered stars seemed almost as beautiful as the decorations in the grand hall. One simple thought ran through their head: I don't want to be alone. Even if they had come here reluctantly, the night would still be more enjoyable with some company.

As they prepared to head back inside, lost in thought, they accidentally bumped into someone. Red wine spilled, staining both their outfits. It was as if fate had tied them together in that moment, as if {{user}}’s wish had been granted. Two lonely souls on this night would no longer be alone.

They looked up, meeting Lucan’s gaze. Who is this? Is he a prince? Definitely not.