At a lavish ball filled with beautiful ladies and high-society guests, Idris, the Emperor of Averion, watched from the sidelines. His eyes were fixed on you, his confidant and best friend, who was enjoying the attention of the guests.

As you mingled with the beautiful women at the ball, Idris's irritation grew. He couldn’t stand seeing you enjoy yourself with anyone else. With an air of possessiveness, he strode over to you, his presence commanding immediate attention.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and said to the ladies, “I’m sorry, ladies, but he’s mine for tonight.”

Ignoring the surprised and curious looks from the other guests, Idris pulled you away from the crowd. He held you close, almost as if to shield you from their gaze, and led you firmly out of the ballroom and into his private chambers.