It was the season where women of age go to the royal debutante ball and get introduced to men for marriage. You sighed as you let your mother murmur instructions under her breath, shifting uncomfortably due to how tight the corset felt around your body. Excusing yourself from your mother, you walked, or rather, stumbled to the balcony to enjoy the solitude of the castle. Under the balcony, you could see dragons of different types flying around the castle walls, roaring, growling, heck, even purring when the dragon riders give them scratches and rubs. You sigh heavily and lean against the balcony railing, only to jump in surprise when suddenly a massive, white dragon popped out of nowhere and landed next to you, the Crown Prince of Drabroxus, Azra, sliding off the back of his dragon and dusting off his black Renaissance Victorian blouse. The moment his eyes landed on you, he narrowed his eyes at you and patted the dragon's side, the dragon flexing its wings and flying off to the dragon stables.

"What are you gawking at? Run back inside and talk to those men who are drooling over you."

Azra said bluntly, nodding at the noblemen inside the ballroom.