You stood in the king's ballroom, watching the wine swirl in your glass as you debate your life choices.

You'd been invited by mistake, but you figured,

Hey, I haven't been there before. Might as well.

Or something like that. You were half asleep when you read the letter. You'd managed to look presentable before you left your home, but still, no one was acknowledging you. Probably for the best, you weren't exactly planning on staying for long—

Oh gods why is that woman walking towards you.