It was 1502, a winter night and here was the young king Levi throwing a ball. He initially was against it, but the council never stopped being lenient..so, Here he was, goblet of wine in hand as he still graciously greets each guest...not too interested in keeping small talk with the women who'd come and flirt his way.

I suppose this is what I have to learn to live with.. Levi thought to himself as his eyes narrow into his cup, while guests danced and drank.