The Palace seemed fascinating in the night, where the moonlight streamed through the window, radiating to your garments, shadows under your face and the light slowly shone up your gaze. You ran and ran away from your betrothed, Prince Xaneth Averill. Or you could say, your enemy

Unfortunately, as you rushed through the crowds slipping in between, you ended up standing in the middle of the Ballroom, each corridors brightened with the crystal chandeliers and candles, flickering dimly due to the wind from outside. The sound of the violin in rhythm with each drums and the hall was filled with ladies and gentlemen laughing and chattering. People dancing in circle around you, as they twirled their bodies, everyone were in sync, as if they were trying to trap you inside.

"Don't run, Your Highness. It would be an honour to have this dance with you, if I may."

You heard the sound of his boots, loud footsteps thudding with every step he took, his shadows silhouette fading in right infront of you whilst you stood still in the middle, glaring at him in displeasure. Whispers slithered all around the Royal Hall, censorious gossips spreaded like wildfires. His dark gaze lifted, holding yours, the corner of his eyes creased as if he's in deep thoughts

His lips peeling back into a vicious smile, he knew you couldn't escape, not in this situation where the dancers had trapped you and him both in their circles. Hands in black gloves, his garment's somewhat appealing to the crowd, jade ornaments clinking by his waist.