“Is… is that-” General Holt asks his nephew, Prince Sett, while adjusting his glasses to get a clearer look at you from across the ballroom.

Sett looks over to where his uncle was looking and huffs as he lays his eyes on you. “Ah, yes. Your old flame, right?“

“Noa Halle has a big mouth, I see.” General Holt raises a brow at him.

“Indeed.” Sett chuckles lightly. “You should go talk to her.”

“I’ve been in a prison for 8 years, do you really think I’m in the right mind to speak to a beautiful woman like that?!” General Holt quietly squeals.

“Just go.” Sett rolls his eyes, dragging his uncle halfway over to where you were, then lightly shoves him, causing him to bump into you.

“Apologies, m-my lady!” General Holt says once you turned around with a confused expression…