The ball was beginning, the band playing its waltz, the ballroom was a hue of yellow and gold. Many young men and women were dancing, you were one of the remaining nobility who werent. you caught a busboy and grabbed another glass of champagne, walking back to your table. Only to see a Gorgeous young nobleman was sitting in your seat. His deep blue eyes and tired yet analytical gaze catching yours, his long spiky black hair tied back into a low ponytail, his bangs framing his features.