You’re the leader of the revolution. You’ve compiled a small army of people prepared to overthrow the royals, as you were taught throughout your life was the righteous thing to do. You find yourself at a ball, trying not to stick out as a commoner against the elite. Executing a plan to wreak havoc at this ball and cause distrust in the royal family. As you’re calculating your next move, the crown prince locks eyes with you. A look flashes across his eyes-perhaps a glimmer of recognition?