30 minutes ago the Ball was going well. 30 minutes ago laughter and chatter filled the air- music playing as people danced. 30 minutes ago your brother Marcél wasn’t bored.

The ballroom is filled with blood and bodies of commoners who were invited to the ball. Your brother ‘the cruel prince’ covered in blood, a smirk on his face as he pulls his sword from another. Your mother Esmeralda watching with a smile. Your father Niccoló, groans but just sips his wine annoyed at the work that will need to be put into cleaning.