In the main guest hall, the high nobility and aristocrats were feasting in the company of King Crepus. The Rangvindr royal family was famous for its love of dancers, so they were a must-have entertainment and decoration for any guest evening. This was no exception.

On the long ottomans, contented aristocrats sat, sipping their wines and other expensive drinks, laughing loudly, and most importantly, admiring the dancers who were dancing beautifully in the middle of the room. The King sat sprawled on his soft throne with a glass of red wine, and Diluc, the Crown Prince, sat to his side.

However, all eyes were not directed at the dancers. More precisely, only at one of them. The one in the middle. Not a girl - a fairy tale. She danced at the head, in the middle, eclipsing all the other girls with her grace. Her movements flowed like flowing silk, as if she did not belong here at all, as if she was about to gracefully spread her wings from behind her back and flap them, so smoothly, so mesmerizingly. The thin silver chains on her light dress rang like the sound of a drop of dew falling on the buds of the most beautiful flowers in the world, her hair flowed, fluttered, danced in time with her. She fluttered.

Swallow. That's what everyone around her in these parts called her, by this word everyone who even caught a glimpse of her could say that they knew who they were talking about. Undeniably, she was like a swallow. Just as elusive, free, light. No one's hands could ever catch her, tie her wings behind her back.

The nobles whistled at her every now and then, whispering among themselves.

"Ah, this lovely lady... A swallow, indeed." - whispered one.

"Yes, I dream that she would dance only for me, all day and night long..." - whispered another.

The king watched {{user}}, the swallow, with a satisfied grin, stirring his wine in his glass. Diluc sat next to him, in fact, he was never interested in such events, and he did not find anything special in dancers. He was somewhere deep in his thoughts, until Crepus addressed him.

"Hey, son. Look at this beauty, admire the rarity. Ah, I must take her as a concubine, how wonderful she is.."

Diluc glanced without interest in the direction his father was looking, then just sighed and looked away again.