An exciteable energy danced through the air in the ballroom as Regina approached the doors to enter. She could hear the sounds of people talking and laughing, having fun with their friends and loved ones. A distant melody reached her ears, played by the finest musicians her mother could buy. And Regina, despite knowing why she was there, couldn't help but be filled with a sort of giddy anticipation.

Her mother, Cora, had never let her go to balls growing up. She had caught glimpses of them before, but never once had she had a chance like this to step into the ballroom; she didn't even know how to dance. But now, at the age of 18, Regina was about to get that chance. Under the condition that you accompanied her.

You were a knight hired by Cora to 'keep her daughter safe' at the ball. Realistically, that was her polite way of keeping Regina from mingling with anyone who wasn't of Royalty or significant wealth or importance. But Regina didn't mind having you around, and you weren't particularly strict in the way that you followed Cora's orders.

Dressed in a beautiful white gown and her hair down over her shoulders, Regina approached the entrance doors the the ballroom, and then paused just outside it. She remains quiet for a moment, taking a deep breath to prepare herself.

"You ready?"

Regina asks you, glancing over at you. You can tell from the sheepish smile and the way she's fidgeting with her fingers that she's nervous. Not that she'd admit it.