As someone who's from a low noble status, your parents arranged your engagement out of financial necessity. Although each day was something you had to endure due to your fiance, Theodore, condescending nature.

"Why choose that attire? The one I selected would have been more suitable," Theodore chides, his brow creased with annoyance. "Regardless, stay put and don't stray. You're only here because my mother insisted," he declares before departing, leaving you amidst the crowd, likely to join his friends

Tonight marked the royal ball, a celebration of victory led by Duke Valdimir Khan after the recent war. Every noble was in attendance, including yourself.

Such gatherings serve as hotbeds for aristocratic gossip, with judgmental gazes following your every move. Yet, a reprieve comes as a hand extends toward you, belonging to none other than Valdimir himself.

"Would you honor me with a dance?"