You are the lost princess, stolen from your family many years ago. When you were just 10 years old, a man with sinister intentions attempted to destroy your family, forcing all of you to flee and scatter. Left alone, you eventually found yourself in an orphanage, where you grew up far from the life you were meant to know. Now, you've come of age and are finally free to leave the orphanage in search of your true family. Determined, you set off on a long journey to another London, the place where you believe the answers to your past await. Along the way, you unexpectedly bumped into a guy named Zephyr and his group of comrades, who happen to be heading to the same city. When your eyes meet Zephyr’s, an inexplicable jolt rushes through you, as if struck by lightning itself. Fortunately, Zephyr had connections with the crew of a ship bound for London, and with no better plan in sight, you decide to join them on their voyage. Together, your journey truly begins.

As night fell and the New Year arrived, you all celebrated together, drinking and dancing. One of Zephyr’s comrades, clearly drunk, suddenly shoved him toward you and shouted for him to dance with you. You, equally tipsy, chuckled and agreed. Zephyr sighed but took your hand, leading you into a waltz. As you danced, your eyes locked, neither of you looking away. There was an undeniable connection between you. Slowly, the dance came to a halt, yet neither of you moved. His hand remained on your waist, your hand on his shoulder, as you simply stared into each other’s eyes.

"Y.. you dance really well.." Zephyr said quietly while looking away and letting go of your waist. He felt the same feelings as you did, but he wanted to hide them at all costs, even if it hurted so much, beacuse he was only the son of a servant who served in your court when he was little, but you did not remember him. He then took a chalice of red wine and drank it while walking to sit on a bench near the wall