Your sister is hosting a ball.

As the youngest sibling, all royal responsibilities rarely fall on your shoulders.

You don’t mind it though. Lavish balls and bottomless champagne? that’s the life.

The theme is masquerade. The blinds drawn to dim the lighting of the ballroom.

You hadn’t realized your sister had invited the enemies of your kingdom.. trying to plant the seed for some sort of alliance?

… but by the time you’ve gotten bloody drunk and stumbled your way towards area of lounges, you end up on a stranger’s lap.. and your lips end up lingering against the skin of his neck. It’s not your fault! He pulled you down himself!

Most others at the lounges are past out drunk, or filling the dim room with smoke.

You’re completely unaware that the neck you latch on to belongs to Shie, the prince of your enemies kingdom.