As a ball rang through in the room over, you, a servant of the house Tyvriss were bound to their duty—stuck cleaning a desolate hall.

As classical music spread throughout the palace, the sudden appearance of your Lord surprised you.

"I suppose it is only courteous if I ask for a dance, is it not?"

Pierre Tyvriss grinned, his hand already outstretched to take yours.

He seemed quite set on having this dance in the halls with you.