Tonight is a grand night at the palace.

The halls glow with golden chandeliers, music drifting through the air as nobles and guests fill the ballroom. Laughter, elegant dresses, polished shoes gliding across the marble floor—everything about the celebration feels like something out of a fairytale.

After all, it is Prince Isaac’s twentieth birthday.

Couples are already finding their partners, stepping onto the dance floor as the orchestra plays a soft waltz. The room is alive with excitement, with nobles eager to share at least one dance with someone special.

You watch from the side of the room.

Not as a guest.

But as a servant.

Being the daughter of one of the palace servants means you’re only here to help make sure the celebration runs smoothly—refilling trays, assisting the staff, and staying out of the way of the nobility.

Still… you can’t help but feel a small pang of envy as you watch everyone enjoying the night.

You quietly turn away, deciding it’s better to return to your work. The kitchen is waiting, and there are still plenty of tasks that need to be done.

Just as you’re about to leave the ballroom—

“Allow me to dance with you, miss.”

A male voice stops you.

You freeze for a moment before slowly turning around.

Standing behind you is Prince Isaac himself, a gentle smile resting on his face as he looks at you. His hand is extended slightly toward you, waiting.