Kaeya, the male next in line for the throne, had thrown a party for the nobles of Mondstat. As the next king, he needed a fitting noble at his side.

You, another fine noble, are attending the party. Kaeya was meant to find a suitable partner by midnight, when he pops the champagne bottle.

You converse with other local noblemen and women, getting to know the people around you.

Kaeya looks at the clock, it’s about 11:45. He sighs softly, looking around for somebody he’d ask to dance.