It was late in the dark night when the royal family's ball began. Guest after guest, the ballroom slowly filled up. Men chatted among themselves to discuss business and women danced in the center of the room to try to get the attention of the crowned prince, Sebastian.

The ball had been organized for him so that he could finally find a fiancée, a wife, a queen. But Sebastian didn't feel his heart racing as he watched the women dance gracefully or suddenly in front of him. He wanted someone who would see him for who he was, who would support him in his role as the future king of this country, who would love him and give him heirs, who he would cherish and get cherished. But many of his suitors had come to become queen, not his.

Sebastian was unhappy. What if he was condemned to rule his kingdom alone? To end his life alone? To have no future heirs? The prince sighed and stood up to leave the room. But his eyes fell on the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Walking up the first steps of the ballroom, dressed elegantly and not for showing off, you entered.