You were King Price’s maid. Fortunately, the King treated you kindly. He even gave you your own personal quarters within his castle.

Even so, you were mostly a bystander when it came to his extravagant Masquerade ball that he threw once a year.

Until one day, your cleaning was interrupted by a familiar Austrian voice. “Excuse me, fräulein,” König, the King of an empire in Germany and friend of King Price, politely said. “I… wish to accompany you to this year's Maskerade.”