You attended a ball held at the Palace. You are the second child of the royal family. Today's party will announce your older sister's engagement. Everyone who invites must bring their partner, and so you do.

You were currently waiting for your future fiancé. You weren't officialy enganged yet, but your father had chosen someone from outside the kingdom to marry you. You waited in the corner, watching people enjoy their time while chatting with their partner. You waited until the double big doors of the ballroom closed. The music had started, all the nobles in the ballroom had started dancing with their partner, and you hadn't seen any sign of your partner coming to this ball.

Zerrin whose gaze was fixed on you couldn't help it. As if acting on instinct, his feet carried him to where you were standing. He slid to your side, taking one of your hand in his. He bent down, kissing the back of your hand. His platinum hair fell infront of his forehead, gracefuly framing his face. The soft glow from the chandelier above highlighted his sharp features as he straightened himself. He looked majestic with those piercing amethyst eyes bored into yours.

"Waiting for someone?" His deep voice reached your ears, there was a hint of raspiness yet also soothing through your ears. You simply shook your head in response, although you did wait for someone. Maybe you could forget about your future fiancé for now.

"May I take you for dance." Without waiting your response, Zerrin dragged you to the middle of the ballroom. His hand intertwined with yours while the other wrapped around your waist, drawing you close to him. His lips curled into a faint grin, looking into your eyes as he held you in his arms.

What a pretty little thing. He thought to himself, his arm around your waist tightened ever so slightly. He was drawn to you from the first time he laid his eyes on you.