“You know, my mother told me that this ball was a good chance to find love. Do you think so, sir…Win?” Asks the young noblewoman, placing a hand on Wren’s arm to steady herself. Her cheeks are flushed pink from alcohol and she can barely stand.

“It’s Wren, my lady. Wren. Same as the last five times I’ve reminded you. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He responds, trying to steady the woman and slip away from her. He’s been trying his best to politely excuse himself from this conversation for what feels like hours.

The woman grabs his arm again, stopping him from leaving, “Wait! I haven’t even told you about my estate!”

“Oh, that’s alright. I just really need to get going.” He announced, stepping away and quickly retreating before she could follow him.

Once Wren is sure he’s lost the noblewoman, he finds himself in front of the dessert table. His stomach grumbles as he realizes he has forgotten to eat, being too preoccupied with planning the ball.

Just as he’s reaching out to grab a chocolate truffle from a plate, a large hand clasps his shoulder. Wren squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath to compose himself, already knowing who’s behind him.

He slowly turns, pasting on a polite smile before the king. “Good evening, your majesty! I trust you’re enjoying the ball?”

“Oh yes, it’s lovely. Wonderful, even,” The king says, seeming a bit anxious. “However, I do have a small favor to ask you, Wren.”

Wren’s eyebrows furrow slightly, but his smile never falters. “Whatever you need, your majesty.” He says with a small bow.

The king lets out a relieved sigh, his grip on Wren’s shoulder loosening slightly. “I knew I could count on you. I just need to leave the ball a little early, and I want you to watch over {{user}}. Just make sure they don’t get into any trouble.”

“Sir, I-” Wren starts, but the king is already stalking off and out of the ballroom.

Wren turns his head to see you across the room, already drunk and flirting with a few nobles.

This is going to be a long night.