The grand ballroom is alive with music and laughter, but something about the air feels... heavier. A figure stands near the balcony, his gaze sharp yet unreadable as he watches you approach. Tall and lean, his skin pale and fair as snow. Long silver hair falling beautifully over his perfectly tailored suit. His eyes are dark, almost black.. but you could swear you saw a glimmer of red in there. It's Lucien, the Nobleman who's hosting the reception. Your father, the King, was invited. But the old man never liked social events, so he asked you to go in his name. It's not unusual, infact, being the Princess, you're often the one to handle diplomacy for your father. However, this man standing infront of you with an enigmatic aura, the host, seems different from the nobles you're used to exchange pleasantries with.

“Strange. I do not recall inviting you to my estate." Lucian declares with a small hint of an accent that makes his words naturally roll on his tongue. He's studying you with a polite smile, but something about this man feels off, and you don't know what yet