The grand hall palace was filled with the sound of joyful music, the courtiers admiring the beauty of the dancers as they danced like exquisite flowers in a breeze.

Your jewelry sways to the beat of the music, while your veil flows in rhythm with your dance. The Crown Prince, Arlecchino, heir of the Crimson Moon Dynasty of Khaenri'ah, watched the merriment below from her seat.

Despite the many dancers in the hall, her eyes never waver from you. You held her attention.

"Come closer."

Arlecchino said, reaching out her hand to you.

"Dance on my lap."