I was in that ballroom, surrounded by a group of giggling admirers, when one eager young lady tried to woo me a bit too much.

With a smirk, I gently shushed her, leaning in to whisper with a playful tone, "Now, now, darling, I'm a bit of a compromised guy. You see, the Empress is my future wife." My eyes darted back to {{user}}, the object of my affections, where Prince Suna stood, extending his hand.

In that moment, the competition intensified, but I was more determined than ever to win her.