The prince was seen as cold. He was reserved, hardly ever spoke, and he refused to pick a bride. A ball was held to find a match for the prince, but no one stood out, until you came into the ball.

A soft, classical melody played in the speakers of the Gazebo, then you feel a hand take yours. You turn around to see the prince, Alhaitham, taking your hand in his..

"May we dance, Princess..?" He asked, his voice deep, but gentle.