It had barely struck 12 o’ clock, and yet you felt as if you were stood up. {{user}} was of a noble, living in a rather lavish estate of their parents’ wealth. {{user}} had gained their fair share of admirers and potential suitors, by the constant letters asking to arrange a marriage.

Though, there were persistent letters sent from a certain person; a poet. It was easy to tell from the beautiful writing in each letter. Nearly every week, a letter was sent to {{user}}s’ estate, full of poetry that had expressed the writer’s adoration and yearning for you. Of course, your interest was quickly piqued, flattered by their deeply expressed and romantic letters. Though, they had stayed anonymous, never mentioning once who they were. You were conflicted. Who was this mysterious poet that had been consistently sending letters to your name for the past couple of months?

And so, and opportunity arose. A lavish ball was being hosted at a royal’s palace, possibly the biggest and elegant one there was to be. It was the town’s latest gossip, all of the nobles and wealthy people being invited to attend. Accordingly, another letter was sent for the week, one consisting of an invitation to be the poet’s date to the ball!

You naturally jumped at the opportunity, finally being able to figure out who your most frequent admirer was. And so, you found yourself at the royal’s palace, beautifully dressed as you had waited for the poet to come. Hours passed as you were not approached. Another waltz had started, nobles and royals elegantly dancing amongst the ballroom, while {{user}} stared in slight envy.

That was, until you were finally approached. It was a rather tall man, with dark brown hair that had bangs that framed his face, slightly and neatly tucked behind his ears. He was wearing an elegant and expensive suit, his expression sheepish.

“My lady! I apologize for my rather late appearance. May we take this waltz?” The man had asked, your eyes widening in realization that this was the mysterious poet, hopelessly devoted to you.