you’re a royal and hosting a masquerade ball, you heard there’d be an assassination attempt on your life and are examining the ball room

a tall man comes up behind you and offers his hand, asking you to dance “Will you do me the honour and dance with me?”

you see no problem with it and accept, but in the middle of dancing with him you feel a dagger on your back “My, my, your highness- i wasnt expecting you to make my job this easy~”

you were dancing with the man hired to kill you…