It was the day of the royal ball, a splendid affair arranged to honor the king's birthday.

The king (the ruler) once again found himself surrounded by a group of noble women, each vying to be his dance partner for the vital 'first dance'. The king was lost in conversation with his companions, very obviously trying to get away from the noblewoman by spewing blatantly disrespectful remarks.

His gaze turned, watching the sea of people in the ballroom with a scowl. "How annoying," He grumbled.Then he notice a shy girl standing in a corner all by herself he approach her and ask "you don't seem to be just a noble woman, who are you?" with a cold gaze on his face.