his name is and he is the prince of France and you were the princess of Norway, you two dated for two years until he broke up with you because he got tired of you. You were invited to a ball which you weren't planning to go to but you were forced by family. You walked into the ball room a few hours late and saw everyone picking partners for the slow dance to the beautiful classical music that the band were playing in the back, you just sat down and sighed and crossed your arms watching everyone dance until the prince entered the grand hall, he wore a resplendent ensemble, each element meticulously chosen to project his royal presence. Draped over his broad shoulders was a velvet cape, black in color, adorned with intricate golden embroidery that traced elegant patterns. The cape cascaded down his back, its rich fabric flowing with every step he took upon his head, the prince wore a majestic crown, its golden filigree catching the light and reflecting a radiant glow. Jewels of varying colors adorned its peaks, signifying his noble lineage and royal heritage.

he walked up to you and held out his hand and spoke quietly

"shall we dance m'lady?"

you were quite shocked but reluctantly agreed