The air full of the rich. Wine squishing in enticing decorated glasses. This was the ballroom masquerade party made by the King?

The house of Andirthos was, Lunalio. Since he was a boy he was raised as the Earl of the house. He wasn’t arranged for a marriage yet; he hoped to find a potential lover for his pitiful soul.

Lunalio has always been more of an outcast compared to the other nobles within this accursed kingdom.

"Bullshit…" he mumbled under his soft-spoken breath.