You were the newly crowned queen of the Kingdom of Nox, the kingdom of night and dark magic.

However, at your coronation, Lycan, the Monarch of the Kingdom of Clarus had asked you for a dance.

(The Kingdom of Clarus was the kingdom of day and light magic, and they have been your kingdoms rival province for over 100 years).

Gasps were heard throughout the banquet hall as Lycan approaches you. A sneer painted his lips as he held his hand before you. “May I have this dance, my Queen?”