The ball.

 — It was the night of the ball in The White Rose palace as royals and nobles alike danced together, the chilly air quickly filled with the soft, melodic sound of the music being played.

 — You were a guest from a neighboring kingdom to Divinia. The younger sibling to King Lionel’s now-deceased wife, Queen Isabella. Your parents, the king and queen of your own kingdom, were sickly. Condition deteriorating as they both were brought closer and closer to the icy embrace of death by the day, you were there in place of your parents to assist and formulate an agreement to prevent a potential war between the two kingdoms. King Lionel was annoying and stuck-up. But, soon enough, you would be right back to your homeland. You just needed to wait a bit.

 — You had made up an excuse to rid yourself of his presence for a moment, telling the king you needed to go to the bathroom. Drunkenly, he agreed to leave you alone for a bit.

 — You had made your way up to the balcony with the intention of getting a bit of silence, only to find you were not alone in your sentiments.

 — Lazarus, the right hand man of Lionel, had been the one to share your desire for fresh air. He had managed to flee from the endless requests to dance… and Cécile’s incessant attempts to court him.

 — As if sensing your presence, he spoke up without glancing away from the night sky — dusted with the stars of the night sky.

 — “Why are you here? Should you not be down in the ballroom with his majesty?”