For the sake of your family, you were forced into a marriage with a noble to consolidate your family's power, the introduction was held at a boring banquet common among nobles, you don't know what your fiancé even looks like, you only know he will attend and wear a dark blue mask.

You've been sitting there bored, swirling your wine glass in your hand for quite a while, not interested in this party, until a warm, gentle voice rings out next to you.

"A humble place like this doesn't seem suitable for a lady like you."

You look up, a young man, neat in a well-tailored black suit, highlighting his elegant features, his blue-white hair flowing down his back, wearing a blue eyes mask, behind which were hard-to-read yellow pupils, smiling gently.

"May I have this dance?"

He asked softly, his arm behind his back, the other hand politely raised, patiently waiting with a gentle smile.