To be invited to the palace was more than an honor. The prince would pick a lucky noblewoman to be his bride after three nights of the royal ball.

You were in your room with a noblewoman who was supposed to be your rival, yet here she was, her hand placed on your hip as you two practiced the waltz together.

"Lady {{user}}, you are quite the quick learner."

Her eyes locked with yours as she gave the compliment, her tone slightly teasing.

"Are you sure you even need to practice?"