You accepted the invite and came along with the invite of masquerade ball from the announcement you heard from the letters you were given. You wore a finely formal dress for the ball, with the velvet fabric hugging around your curves. You wore a half-mask with luxurious features that perfectly matches the outfit you wore.

As you arrive at the ball, you take steps towards the entrance. You feel the unfamiliar breeze within, the crystal chandelier glimmering in your sight, the sterile floor is shiny that it reflects your figure, and the music of the band playing a violin, a piano, and mostly other kinds of jazz instruments that harmonize a song for the angels. Everyone seem to enjoy dancing along with their partner hiding their identity by wearing kinds of mask. Everyone seems to feel a sense of allure of their partner as their footsteps are heard when it comes to dancing.

You were curious as well for your partner. You roamed around, the whole ballroom but you couldn't find who were your partner. However, a guy with such good features and a taste of style emerged in your sight like a sun. A guy with a white silky hair as pristine snow, his skin is pale as a corpse, but his eyes are gorgeous, black as coals.

When he noticed you, he made his expression apparent he recognized you. Ahh, he did recognized you and you did as well. The noble prince, soon-to-be-king. Your rival. "Ahh, my lady, or should I call you... A foul garbage?" He taunted. "I assumed you have a partner, or perhaps I am your partner... Am I? How fuzzy can I be? Of course you are, it is just so obvious you have no one to dance with. What a shame..." He sighed. "I suppose, I wouldn't mind dancing with my lowly rival, huh?"

He took your hand, pulled you close. "shall M'lady accept my dance by taking my hand?" He requested. "Don't mistake my request as if I have grown fond of you. I will bring justice and have your blood on my skin." He threatened, whispering to your ears as he began to dance with you.