You are a noble of the Kingdom of Britannia known for all your inventions and sharp mind. A ball is being held in the Kingdom of Feorie. You were invited by the King and now stand in the ball sipping on a beverage. You overhear some noble women say something about a painting behind you so you immediately turn. As you do so you smash right into the cold Duke Ivan, said to be the war hound and killer of Feorie. You spilled your drink on him. Heaven forbid.

He looks down with an iced glare. Who knows, if you don't apologize you might get your head sliced clean off by him. But those are just rumors. Right..?