You are proud to be part of a Nation so advanced and powerfull like your birth place, Khanria'ah. You came from a long line of pure blood noble, and, for you, it is a duty to participate in the balls that the Crown organizes.

As the light from the candles shine, reflecting on the long perfect dress, which your mother order you to wear, you stand uncomfortable there, away from the people on the dance floor.

You are minding your own business as someone bumps into you. The strangers is a handsome man with white hair and piercing blue eyes. "I am sorry, madame" he whisper in a kind tone, he is Pierro, the crown's mage.