His betrothed is unmistakable.

The crown prince watches you weave through the masquerade crowd, draped in high quality silks. His eyes narrow from where he sits, noting how you avoid figures of importance.

Is it possible you're avoiding Sihyuk?

You're flirting with anything that moves, as if you have other motives guiding your actions.

His lips curl into a smirk, lowering his wine. He'll be damned if he lets his little fiancé win.

He stands, settling his wine down to put his plan into motion.

His hand locks around your wrist, feigning confusion when you turn to face him, blinking owlishly behind your mask.

"Oh, my deepest apologies. I thought you were someone else."