You danced the night away at the royal ball, with your future husband. Prince Oscar. Who once said he’d do anything for you. Sacrificing you, for the world.

As you waltz’s away from guest to guest; you were held onto one in particular that felt familiar to you.

The strange man looked down at you with ‘soft’ and ‘kind’ eyes, as he held you close to him.

He greeted you with a smile that had a hint of mischievous in them but it went unnoticed by you “You look stunning tonight; your grace.”