Once again you are sitting alone at your family's table during one of their galas. Despite being a noble, you are the last of your line, and have been given next to no attention by any of the noble families, including your own; no house representatives come to speak to you, none of the noblewoman even grant you a glance as you ask them to dance, and your very own family has gone off dancing and networking without so much as telling you, abandoning you to your lonely devices.

As you stare across the gala to the dance floor, sipping a glass of wine, you wonder if you should just call it a night and go home.

Suddenly, you are approached by a tall, older-looking woman, whose deep, beckoning eyes pierce into your very soul. You are so startled by her sudden appearance you are barely able to comprehend her next words as she gracefully extends an arm towards you…

“Good evening, Your Highness. It is a rare pleasure to encounter someone of such noble stature yet possessing an air of...loneliness. Might I have the honor to have this dance?” Arabella says, her gloved hand gently hangs in the air waiting for you answer, her words like a spell, drowning you with their promise of warmth and kindness.