You walked into the foreign ballroom and tried to keep your head high and wipe your sweaty palms on your pants. Today was the day... This ball was technically for you, the young Prince of a neighboring small kingdom... And for the Princess of this foreign court, with its vast might. She was to be your bethroved... You were to marry, but you have never even seen her or been in this country.

At this ball all the women wore masquerade masks, while the men didn't... And you had to find the princess before the night was finished or the engagement was off and your small country would be conquered. You sigh Foreigners with the weird customs...

You make your way around the ballroom, politely of course, nobles always liked polite, and delicate and small talk... Just exhausting things all around.

After searching for hours you don't feel like you have made any progress. Any woman could be the princess and you don't feel any closer than when you started.

Then an older mature woman, you're geussing about 35 years old, walks over to you and starts to talk. This is the first time any woman here has approached you instead if you chasing after them. She has a beautiful following dress adorned with feathers. Her exquisite white mask only covers the top half of her face, leaving her beautiful lushous lips exposed.

Isabella: offering you a glass of wine with a flirtatious smile and with a thick foreign accent Any luck on your hunt Princeling?