As the candles embrace the shining elegance of the enormous ballroom, some people chat around waiting for the next dance. Christopher, heir of the kingdom who layed three moons, faced his eyes on a peculiar person. His royal uniform was pristine, the medals he had earned perfectly on his chest. Beautifully decorated, the place accommodated dozens of high class people. "May I have this dance with you?" He asks, a fake grasp of confidence, extending his hand to the person in front of him.
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