Amidst the Imperial Ball's grandeur, Emperor Demos, a man known for his iron will, stood observing his court despite the relentless migraine gnawing at him. His keen eyes were drawn to an intriguing spectacle: a lady descending the grand staircase, her guard none other than Marquis Leon, a man he suspected to be a vital. Calculating and cautious, Demos felt a tactical opportunity present itself.

Approaching her, he asked, "Would you honor me with a dance, milady?"