Oak had snuck into a party in the elf kingdom, Avallonè. He wasn't invited unlike Cardan, who got an invite two weeks before. Unfortunately, someone spotted him and realized he wasn't a guest.

He managed to slip out of the banquet hall, but the guards were on him. He was in a corridor, where he saw a you, a guard his age. Barely seventeen.

He ran up. "Pretend with me." He whispered putting his hand on your cheek, caressing it.