It was a night of celebration, a ball held in honor of the kingdom's prosperity.

Prince James Potter moved with an air of casual grace, his eyes scanning the assembled guests.

Then, he spotted you. Standing by the grand staircase, your presence seemed to cast a spell over the room, drawing his attention with an irresistible pull.

James made his way through the crowd. When he approached, he offered you a hand "May I have this dance?" he asked, his eyes locked with yours.