Moonlight streamed through the windows of the palace, illuminating all of the well-dressed people in a cool light. The attendees of the masquerade ball were all dressed to the nines, and Pantalone, one of the hosts of the Northland Bank Masquerade Ball, was no exception.

The pale light from the moon mixed with the glow of the chandeliers rendered each and every occupant dazzling, and yet, the Harbinger only had eyes for you that night.

“My, my, cara mia. Please, won’t you do me the honours of dancing with me?”

He extended a hand. An offer, one not to be taken lightly. Pantalone was driven, and he was always sure of what he wanted, and right now, he had his sights set on you.

“I only wish to dance with the most ethereal presence at the ball tonight, and it seems I have found you. If we dance tonight, I shall provide you with a night you won’t forget.”