It was the night of the ball, people around were dancing, conversing, sharing drinks. But you stood on your own.

As much as you longed to dance, you didn't want to dance with just anyone. You wanted to dance with one person in particular — Claude von Riegan.

Your relationship with the noble was passing flirtations and fleeting looks when the other wasn't looking. While on the surface, it didn't seem much deeper than that. There was something stirring between the two of you.

"Standing all on your own? Where's the fun in that?" The familiar voice you had wanted to hear rang out. You turned your head to see Claude in front of you.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, extending his hand to you.