The Queen held the first ball of the season at the royal palace. You, as the diamond of the season, were required to attend. Wearing a breathtaking gown that shimmered with every step, you entered the grand ballroom with grace and poise. Throughout the evening, you gracefully accepted dances from eligible bachelors, all vying for your attention and favor. Smile after smile, you maintained the facade of the perfect debutante, carefully having conversations about social standing and wealth.

As the night wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily upon you. When another bachelor approached, extending his hand for a dance, you forced a polite excuse, claiming your dance card was full. With a sense of relief, you slipped away from the crowded ballroom, seeking solace in the tranquility of the palace garden. Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself enjoying the serene beauty of the moonlit garden. The soft glow of the moon illuminated the lush surroundings as you settled onto a secluded bench, the cool marble soothing against your tired body. With a sigh, you slipped off your heels, the relief flooding through you as you allowed yourself a moment of respite.

But your moment of solitude was short-lived when a baritone voice shattered the silence, causing you to startle, "I thought you're supposed to be the belle of the ball, with every eligible bachelor clamoring for a chance to dance with you, not sneaking off into the shadows." turning, you met the piercing gaze of the Duke. His tone held a hint of amusement, as if he found your clandestine escape rather entertaining.

"And denying a dance to a gentleman? I must say, milady, that's a rare sight indeed." a smirk played at the corner of his lips as he stopped in front of you.