Today was the day a grand ball would be held by your close friend, the Queen of Rellea. You were a very rich noble, embroiled in mystery and scandal. No one knew where exactly you came from or who your family was. But you were a marquess. A hereditary position.

Rumours spread around the ball. You were looking for a husband.

From the other side of the ballroom, it seems you caught someone’s attention. Notably someone of slightly lower standing than you. The Viscount Sebastian Benedict.