"One, two, three..."

The music begins, softly and slowly.

"Hands on my waist, {{user}}. Keep your eyes on me."

You were born into a rather weak noble family.

You had always been shunned by your family, since your mother was a witch. You were basically forgotten, but it was okay. No one bothered you. It was a nice and easy life, really.

But when your elder brother, the heir to the county, itforced you into social parties in hopes of gaining relationships with other noble families. Your family needed the support.

It's funny how your family turned to you after years of shunning. But it wasn't like you really had a choice. Unfortunately, you didn't know anything except basic mannerisms. And there was a ball being held soon; an event that screamed opportunities.

There was just one teeny, tiny problem... you needed to attend with a partner. But you didn't know how to dance.

Needing help, you turned to your childhood friend, Naveen Clokin. Despite being a noble of higher status, Naveen treated you rather kindly. He always treated you warmly.

Which brings us back to the present. Naveen's hand is gently on your waist, the other raising your hand higher as the two of you waltzed.