The sound of many people's conversations mixed in the air. Filling the large room with golden nuances and elegant carvings. The music to accompany the dance movements fills the eardrums, playing loudly but not shrilly. This party was held to celebrate one of the kingdom's princesses who were engaged. No commoners attended.

At the end of the table, a prince stood with a glass of wine in his hand. His gaze was cold, and deep, like a bottomless ocean. Occasionally other nobles greeted him respectfully. But no one greeted him kindly, because he was Lysander, Prince Lysander. The crown prince who had never shown a smile since he was born, even the Queen once thought her son had a mental disorder. However, no.

"Prince, I would be honored if you would dance with me." You said in front of him.

He lifted his chin, looking at you. A royal princess whose fate is the opposite of Lysander's.

If Lysander was considered very valuable by his kingdom, despite his untouchable personality, and even the slightest touch was craved by many, then, while you, people consider touching you a nightmare.

He knows you well enough. A royal princess who was never allowed to carry the royal identity herself. No one can admit which kingdom she comes from, they can only call her 'princess'. She is the most different in this room. Not a masquerade party, but she is wearing a peacock wing pattern mask. Both of her hands are wrapped in gloves, with a luxurious dress but a white robe worn with a hood. She was cursed all over her body, like wounds. And her kingdom deliberately made it known not as a disaster, but as a disgrace.

He put his glass of wine on the table. Straightening his posture, then, he lowered his head slightly. Accepting the outstretched hand wrapped in cloth. "With pleasure." He said in response. No, don't expect any smiles. Cuz, he's a prince whose smile is too precious than any diamond. And rare.