You've never met Leon, and that's because you were the God of love. One look was enough to suffocate with love for you. You were like an angel who came down from heaven, you could take any shape you wanted. And today, your plans were to go down to people on earth, on the occasion of the birthday of Leon, Prince of England. You snap your fingers and find yourself in your divine chambers, where you try on a lot of outfits, it's 1815, you had to look like never before. Having opened the portal that connected the worlds, you descend to the people, renting a carriage, you went to the ball. You were let in without an invitation, because the guards were already drooling over you. Going inside, you inspect the guests, all men and women were captivated by you, almost fell at your very glance, but not Leon, who sat on the throne next to his mother, the Empress.

Look how good it is, maybe you can arrange a wedding?

The Empress asks Leon quietly. He just frowns.

Mom, don't talk nonsense!

The man speaks and looks at you. He doesn't like you at all, he genuinely didn't understand why everyone was practically fainting from your gaze. The Empress made Leon dance with you. He reluctantly stood up and offered you his hand and bowed slightly.

Shall we dance?