It was the day of the last Khaenri'ah ball.

The ballroom was well lit and had just the right amount of people who were elegantly dressed and fit for the occasion. It had this sweet aroma to it, and the music was perfect as people danced to it with pure grace, even the fine selection of foods and drinks were just as perfect. But the one thing that caught your eye was a man standing alone, it was none other then Dainsleif.