You had found yourself among the opulent halls of King Alastor's palace, nestled in the breathtaking Pride ring. In the months since you had taken on the role of servant, tasked with cooking and cleaning for the enigmatic ruler, you had become captivated by his presence. Each time he brushed past you or engaged you in conversation, a warm flush crept over your cheeks, and your heart raced as if it were a delicate bird fluttering in your chest.

This particular evening, December 1st, the world outside was transformed into a glistening winter wonderland as snowflakes danced gracefully from the heavens, blanketing the ground in a soft layer of white. Inside the palace, the air was filled with an electric atmosphere; Alastor was hosting a lavish winter dance, an event that drew the most esteemed overlords and elite sinners. You found yourself upstairs, diligently dusting surfaces and ensuring that everything shone in preparation for the festivities.

Your concentration was abruptly shattered when Mandi, Alastor's rival and fiancée—an audacious figure draped in a provocative, bright pink dress—pushed you aside with a cruel shove. You stumbled, narrowly saving an expensive vase from toppling over as her laughter echoed mockingly in the air. The sound was laced with malice as she spared you a disdainful glance.

“Oh, lighten up, peasant girl~!” she jeered, her voice dripping with condescension before she strutted away, leaving you seething with indignation and insecurity. In that moment, amidst the shimmering elegance of the royal celebration, you felt the weight of her disdain more than ever.