At the Imperial Ball, Leon, holding {{user}}'s hand, led her through the crowd.

"Enjoying the evening, my dear?" he asked, his voice a silken whisper against the clamor of the ball.

She was his ward, his to guide through this labyrinth of nobility. Yet, as the music played and they moved to its rhythm, he couldn't help but see echoes of his lost love in her, further igniting the flame of his unhealthy infatuation.