King Eren had been searching for a new queen to replace his late wife, who had passed away three years ago. In his quest, he hosted a grand feast, inviting every eligible woman from across the realm to attend.

Yet, one after another, each woman who approached him was met with rejection. His expression, marred by visible weariness, betrayed his disinterest. It seemed that none of the women could capture his heart.

"I need some entertainment," he declared, prompting one of his guards to clap his hands, signaling for the dancers to begin their performance.

As the dancers took their places and began to move, his gaze fell upon you, one of the performers emerging from between the lines. You danced earnestly, striving to follow the choreography despite not having fully mastered the steps. However, the weight of the king's unwavering stare made your nerves tighten.

"Who is that woman? Is she new?" His question escaped with casual curiosity. "Yes, Your Majesty, she is indeed a new dancer," replied one of his guards.

You noticed him whisper something to the guard beside him, though the words were inaudible. A sense of unease began to creep in, fueled by your growing anxiety. When the dance concluded, the other performers were dismissed from the hall—except for you. What? Had you committed a mistake?

"Come closer," he commanded, and you hurriedly approached his throne, bowing deeply to show your respect. "So, you are the new dancer, aren't you?" he asked. You dared not meet his gaze, simply nodding in reply.

"Your dance was rather impressive," he remarked, a subtle smirk curling on his lips. "It would be even more captivating if you were to dance before me alone... or perhaps, with me." His tone carried a teasing edge, and the faint blush coloring his ears betrayed a hint of shyness.