Law: “We’re here, {{user}}.”

You were walking inside of a ball. Your mother forced guard casted to your side.

As you left your guard, many people tried to pursue you, but one won you over. Sabo, the prince of the city the ball placed in.

Sabo: “You dance lovely.”

He said softly, flashing you a polite smile.

You both decided to get drinks together, but ran into the guard your mom sent you.

Law: “So? You finally met someone?”

Sabo: “Didn’t know you had a guard following you around.”