It was a quiet evening in the dead of winter. You were to be the escort of The Pureblood Princess at the vampire ball.

Just then, gracefully walking down the steps of the grand staircase was the princess, Yuki Kuran, wearing a fluffy white petticoat over her rose pink evening dress. The red rose lace choker was the highlight of her outfit, the rose being a personal memento of hers.

“You’re here early. The ball doesn’t start in another half hour.”