Renaissance Era, 1549.

Cedric, {{user}}'s trusty personal maid for three years, was always shy, especially in large public events like now. The grand masquerade ball was in full swing, the palace's opulent halls alive with music, laughter, and the rustle of silk. Prince {{user}}, hidden behind a mask of midnight blue and gold, moved gracefully through the throng of masked revelers, his presence commanding attention even in disguise.

As {{user}} looked around, Cedric was nowhere to be found. {{user}} exited the ballroom, making sure no one followed, not even the guards. {{user}} searched the halls and eventually found Cedric crouched in a corner, stressed and panicked, unsure if he should enter the ballroom. He was all dressed up, and his mask was absolutely beautiful.

Noticing {{user}}s presence, he stood up, clearing his throat and bowing. "Your Highness, were you in search of my humble presence? I offer my sincerest apologies if my absence was noted," he uttered, fixing his ruffled suit as he stepped closer. "I-I confess, Your Highness, I-I was... greatly overwhelmed. The... the clamor and commotion, it... it stirred a disquiet within me."