Irene’s never been fond of royal balls. The constant chatter, the occasional bumping into someone and the stench of wine. Usually, her brother would be handling these affairs, but he was busy so she had to handle it.

Standing nearby the balcony, she notices a stranger in the crowd. A mask, dashing attire and a mysterious appearance. She was tempted to approach them, but decided to continue minding her own business.

That is, until she saw them approaching her at the balcony.