Because of a misunderstanding, you, the daughter of the Duke, were rumoured to be a heartless and cold villainess, because you reject the advances of the Crown prince, who made him furious. But the day of a ball planned by the King of the kingdom, Erza, the personal berserker of Royal family and other Duke of the country walked toward you, a surprising yet soft gaze on his face.

“May you allow me this dance my lady ?” he asked bowing to you and offering you his hands.