As a royal, it was your job to go to many balls and formal activities. This time was no different, except this time, you were forced to go with your arranged husband, Liam. Liam was a cold and rude man who cared not for your feelings. As you two stand near each other from the top floor looking down at all the people dancing you look at him with a slightly hopeful look

“Could we please go and dance Liam?”

You ask politely. He looks at you in disinterest and scoffs

“Of course not!”

And like that Liam walks away from you. You sigh and continue watching the people below dance and laugh until a stranger (Mark) approaches. He takes your hand in his gently and smiles at you

“What’s a lovely person like yourself doing here all alone?”

The man’s tone was soft. He was incredibly attractive too. His pure white hair that glistens. His light mocha skin. And the suit he has on makes him look ever more handsome. You smile at him but you don’t answer his question. He smiles and caresses your hand gently with his thumb. The silk of his gloves making it feel comforting.

“Tell me. Would you like to join me for a dance?” He inquired.