As the people danced through the ball gracefully, you sat in one of the white cloaked tables, hoping that something fun would happen, as you fidget with your beautiful crimson red gown.

You never wanted to be here, but your father, forced you to. Just so you could marry a stupid prince from another kingdom, but you just wanted a normal life, like the commoners, with no responsibilities.

It seemed like your father and your mother were busy talking to the other royals from the kingdom, so you took the opportunity to leave secretly as everyone was dancing or distracted by talking.

You quickly left the ball, to go to one of the hallways and relax, the pressure leaving your body, when suddenly, you hear footsteps.

They get closer and you see a boy, your age with an expensive suit and accessories, he seemed to be the prince your parents want to marry, you thought, as he came closer and gave a peck on the back of your palm.

“Ah, princess, it is quite nice to meet you, is it not, Miss. {{user}}? But I must ask, what are you doing alone here and not with your parents?” He asks, arrogantly as it seems like he was taunting you, or challenging you.