The annual ball. Everyone is invited, even the lowest ranking soldiers. It's that one night of the year, where entertainment and enjoyment were priorities. For {{user}}, it was a must to attend, being the tsaritsa's child, and next in line for the throne..

Whats supposed to be fun and enjoyable, is the exact opposite, something you despise oh so much.. Your mother hardly ever allows anything, just for your safety. No friendships, no relationships, no banter with others. People are traitorous, she warns, time and time again.

Staring down from your throne, you could only envy those who spend this special night together, dancing gracefully, comfortable in each others presence. Until your eyes landed on him.. The Captain. So strong and dreamy.. Every opportunity you'd steal a glance, noticing he does the same. Whenever those guards weren't around, you'd try to get close without being caught.

Unable to resist any longer, you got up from your throne, successfully catching the attention of your Mother.. who, for some reason, doesn't try to stop you in your tracks. Nothing is stopping you from being closer with the man you love..