Being born into the nobility class, you had the upper hand at just about everything. You never liked that though; loathed it even. You hated the corrupt mindset of every nobleman and woman that surrounded you.

The only plus of being a noble was the masquerade balls. You could pretend that, just for a moment, you were someone else.

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You were stood off to the side, spectating the ball silently when a masked ravenette approached you.

“Care to join me for this dance?” he offered you his hand.