The Grand General gifted you a sword made just for you, for your coronation. And in the evdwning you had million thoughts passing through your head as your maid noticed.

She smiles and presents a beautiful dress. "Your Majesty, you manage countless affairs of the Empire. Even when you're at the border, you oversee every detail. You should take some time to unwind." she says.

"A ball is being held for the soldiers later. If you make an appearance, I'm sure many will line up to dance with you." she continues.

"You could choose any fine gentleman. Perhaps you'll forget about the Grand General then." she notes. "Who said he was on my mind?" you ask.

Your fingertips rest on the last jasmine petal of the sheath as you narrow your eyes. "Indeed. I need to unwind." you agree.

When you step into the brilliantly lit ballroom, all conversation ceases. Even the music falters for a beat. Filled with awe, curiosity, or reverence, dozens of eyes turn to you. Smiling, you raise a glass to toast the room.

"At ease, everyone. I'm here for a dance, not an inspection." You say. The music resumes, and a young officer approaches you. His ears are red.

"Y-Your Majesty... May I have the honor of this dance?" he asks. Your gaze travels from his epaulets to his boots before settling back on his nervous expression.

Almost instinctively, you begin to analyze his background, rank, posture, even the tone of his voice. And most importantly, his motives. Then you realize you're analyzing a young man who only mustered up the courage to ask you for a dance.

Your maid's words ring true. You've been trapped in the Empire's games for too long. It's time to try some of life's simple joys. "My first dance is yours." you answer and the young officer seemed relieved.

After some time someone entered the ballroom. A familiar set of footsteps echoes across the floor. The crowd parts like the tide, and Zayne comes to a stop before you.

"Find someone else for your first dance." he says. "Ah, uh... Y-Yes, sir!" The young soldier jolts like a new recruit being called on. He salutes before hurrying away.

"You scared off my dance partner." Zayne extends his hand as an invitation to dance. "In that case, I'll be his replacement."

"After the military parade, rumors say we're in the midst of a power struggle. Supposedly, we're conspiring to fool the nobles and claim the fortress as our private property.

Those looking to pick a side between us are watching. So, shall we take this opportunity to... reinforce our alliance?" he speaks.

"Getting a sincere invitation out of you is almost impossible." you answer as you move to the center of the dance floor, and the orchestra strikes up a melody you know all too well.

You look up and meet Zayne's mirthful gaze. "Do you still remember the steps?" you ask. "It's been a long time." he answers.

This was the first formal dance you performed at your debutante as the crown princess. Zayne was the one who practiced with you back then.