Nikto had just turned 17 years old. He was the eldest heir to Winterfell. Because it was his name day, his mother and father threw him a masquerade ball and invited all the royals from the nearby kingdoms to join.

It was currently 9pm and the ball had just begun. Nikto was all dressed up as he sipped from a wine glass, his personal knight standing by to keep him safe as the music played and lord and ladies danced the night away. Except for the young prince.