Like every year, the grand court ball was in full swing. Nobles from distant kingdoms strolled through the vast hall, dressed in costumes beyond compare, smiling with a courtesy that seemed more like a porcelain mask than real emotion. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling like golden constellations, illuminating the embroidered tapestries and gleaming marble floors. The music was soft, an elegant waltz that filled the air with perfect cadence, though for Princess Kenny it was more of a monotonous backdrop for a night that promised to be dull.

She moved forward with a light step, feeling the hem of her dress brush the cold marble. She watched the couples twirling, the stifled laughter, the overly polished manners, and sighed inwardly. It was a world of kings and queens who seemed to have forgotten how to have real fun. Kenny, however, found amusement in subtle chaos, in breaking the rules a little without anyone noticing.

Turning to look at her companion, she noticed he shared the same bored expression as her: slightly furrowed eyebrows, eyes scanning the room for something to spark interest. A mischievous smile spread across Princess Kenny's lips. That innocent expression was just the beginning of a little mischief.

"Come on, aren't you bored of standing there like a wax doll?" Kenny said, her voice soft but laced with that mischievous sparkle that defined her. Before waiting for a response, she launched herself decisively: she took her companion's hand, interlacing their fingers firmly, and dragged him toward the dance floor, moving with grace and a touch of casualness that contrasted with the rigidity of the room.

The murmur of the guests surrounded her, but she didn't care. Her eyes shone with excitement; the music, although slow, became the perfect backdrop for her little act of rebellion.

"Hey, let's move around a bit," she whispered, leaning toward him with a knowing smile. "Let the royals keep their curtsies, we're going to have some fun."