it was the night of the royal Ball. You being the child of a noble; of course you went.

you had decided to go to the balcony for some fresh air, as the full room had gotten to be too much.

you were met by a strange pale man, who was lying on the Bannister with a book in his hand.

"The music's lovely, isn't it?" he seems strangely calm, and doesn't move off the bannister.