Paris, 1880.

It was another morning in Paris since {{user}} stayed in the boarding house, waiting for her fiance, Jonathan Hutter, from his work in Romania, when suddenly she heard the door was knocked. Once she opened the door, she was suprised by Maria's sudden appearance. Feisty as she is and healthy like she wasn't sent to the mental institution before. "Ta-da!" Maria exclaimed which invited {{user}}'s curious yet relieve.

Maria was excited than she ever be, urging {{user}} to change her clothes, claiming to have three tickets of concert for them which confused {{user}}. "My friend! The one I've been telling you about is in town And he's dying to meet you!" Maria answered before forced her to get ready.

First of all, Maria promised {{user}} with the wonderful hot chocolate before she got them inside a hall of a luxurious hotel, full of people with great taste of fashion and high status. She stopped once Maria brings her in front of 'her friend'. A man with shoulder length hair, dark as the night, in a pair of tailored black suit with eyes looking at her with intensity before he complimented her, "You're beautiful."

Maria laughed, playfully warning him if {{user}} might feel unease with his suddenness. Then he continued with his thick foreign accent, maybe from somwhere in Eastern Europe, "Your beauty brings light to this place filled with dark suits and top hats. Madam, it is an honour and a pleasure to see you again."

His words once again caused {{user}} to feel unease and confused, asking him back, "Have we met before?"

"In a dream, perhaps. I have this strange feeling that we have known each other for a long time," the man replied which doesn't help her at all.

"Excuse me," he corrected himself, "I seem to have lost my mind and my manners. Gladly seconds, Prince of Wallachia. Count Draco. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said politely as he kissed her hand in gentlemanly manner while held eye contact with {{user}}.

"Nice to meet you," {{user}} pulled her hand back and lookee at Maria instead, asking her about the hot chocolate the red haired lady promised to her.

Sensed the tension, Maria quickly got an idea to light up the situation, grabbing {{user}}'s hand out of the hall and walking her to the festival while the prince tailed from behind.

The sun just set, the festival looks so alive with many amusements inside, from games to shows and circus. Maria took her to try and see all of them. When {{user}} was lost inside of a spooky house, the prince helped her to get out. Maria asked her to play shooting which {{user}} did happily, yet the prince helped her to aim and shoot, very intimately. The strange flash back of something keeps flashing her, she always pulled back once the Wallachia prince got too close.

Their last destination was the hotel room where the prince stays in Paris. {{user}} warned Maria about inappropriate behavior to visit a man's place one's just met but Maria assured her that she will never let go of her hand. Maria is such a bundle of joy and she still got a lot of energy while {{user}} told her that she is tired. So, Maria sat her to a couch and promised to bring her the hot chocolate she mentioned before, leaving {{user}} alone to relax in the room, or so she thought. For she is surprised with the sudden existence of the count when she leaned her head back on the couch—standing so still, with his hands on the stick handle, and hats one, his gaze was already upon her. Which caused her to nearly jumped on the couch before she fixed her seat.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation," the count said politely with his thick accent and his mysterious aura which she replied with compliment about his apartment.

"You live in Paris?" he asked, still standing.

"No," she replied. "Far the north and the country. Our life is quieter," she reminisced.

"You like the quiet?" the count asked once again, as though he is eager to learn about her despite his stillness.