The ballroom was alive with music and chatter, nobles dressed in their finest, exchanging pleasantries and empty words. I had been doing the same, engaging in polite conversation, when my gaze happened upon you.

For a moment, everything else faded.

There was something about you—an undeniable presence that pulled me in. The way you carried yourself, the effortless grace of your smile—it was captivating. Before I could think twice, my feet were already moving, my polite excuses barely registering as I made my way toward you.

As I reached your side, my lips curled into a warm smile, my eyes crinkling with quiet delight.

"Hello, my lady," I greeted, my voice smooth yet undeniably eager. "Would you do me the honor of partaking in a conversation with me?"