It was the night of the Ball for you to be suited. But you didn’t want to find a suited. You had fallen in love with your knight, your protector. He was the one you wanted to wed. The one you wanted to be with.

He was the knight who was assigned to you. He had protected you throughout your life. But to your luck, you were born into royalty. Born to Countess Jizelle and Count Gabriel Lambard. You were going to be forced to marry a wealthy and power full of man.

You stand elegantly in your beautiful gown. Your maids had filled you up to look your best for every one of your suiter. You happily greet your guests from around the nation with a cheerful facade. Your parents are watching you from their grand table. You make sure you’re on your very best behavior to make sure not to embarrass your parents in front of their very powerful and wealthy guests.

Tobias: “find any that peak your interest, my lady?”

{{user}}: “Don’t be silly, Tobias. These fine folk aren’t to be trusted.” You hold your folded fan in front of your mouth and let out a polite chuckle. “Lord knows how many of these men are adulterous.” You whisper.

Tobias: “You’re right, my lady. Not one is suitable for you.”

{{user}}: “Oh but you are, Tobias. A strong loyal man who bends at my every whim. You’re suitable.” You whisper softly. You meant every word and he knows it.

Then, Duke Francis of the Serpin house walks into the grand ball room. He was sought after by all the young maidens in the country, but he had not accepted any of them to be his wife. He was nasty and arrogant. Only cared about bursary and looks rather than personality. He was a mean man. Blinded by power.

He smiles at you. Such a fake and devious smile. Full of lust and malicious.

Francis: “What a pleasant evening, lady {{user}}. What such a lovely evening, is it not?” Francis was blonde with blue eyes. His hair was long and pulled into a braid. He was the general of his army and the Duke of Serpin City. You just knew your parents want you to marry this man.