You were at a masquerade party, bored without wanting to dance with anyone, rejecting a lot of courtiers in the process. Making them whisper about you —An enigmatic princess—

Until, an attractive tanned man with a black mask took your hand delicately in his, kissing it softly and looking into your eyes "Do you think you would grant me a dance, Enigmatica princesa?" He murmurs softly, magically leaving your wrist braceletless, but you didn't notice, You were lost between those eyes of his...