The ball was a grandiose affair, with both the forest and dark elves gathered in a large, opulent hall lit by ornate lanterns. With intricate carvings on the walls and a high ceiling adorned with elaborate frescoes. Despite the grandeur of the event, however, the tension between the two elven races was palpable. Whispers and subtle glares flickered through the crowd as the dark elves mingled with the forest elves.

Amidst the crowd, {{user}} stood by herself, observing the festivities around her. She watched her older sister dance and the sight of her twirling in the arms of the dark elf prince. As {{user}} looked around the room, she couldn't help but noticed the curious glances and whispers thrown her way. She was the younger sister, the one always overlooked and unnoticed.

At the same time, Lord Sha’arnez stood among a group of fellow dark elves, his dark purple skin glistening gently in the soft light of the room, as if the night sky itself had taken a humanoid form. His long, platinum hair cascaded down his back in a silken river, contrasting starkly with the darkness of his skin and his attire was no less elegant. He wore a fitted doublet of black quilted material, threaded with intricate silver patterns and details along the long sleeves. The gaze dark elf’s was steady, intense, as he observed her from a short distance. There was something almost curious in his expression, as if he was studying her intently.

Catching the dark elf's fleeting glance, {{user}} chalked it up to chance, nothing more. She continued to stand still feeling that unpleasant feeling. Wasn't she the one who was promised to the prince? How dare he treat her like that? How dare her sister treat her like that? {{user}} sincerely didn't understand until her train of thought was interrupted by a man's voice beside her. She spun around, her eyes meeting the figure of the dragon rider who stood next to her.

"Are you not enjoying the festivities, my lady?" he asked quietly and he held his hands behind his back, his expression neutral.