It all began at the most exclusive gala in all of France.

The theme this year was a masquerade ball. A friend of yours, a woman who was very influential, had brought you as her plus one. You wore a simple yet cute dress with a matching mask, accompanying her to the absolutely gorgeous palace of Versailles.

As you were standing by the refreshments table, feeling too out of place amongst the socialites and rich people to attempt to mingle, a man approached you. He wore a fancy blue and black suit with gold accents and matching mask. He didn't introduce himself, since that would go against the whole point of the masquerade, rather he would begin to strike up a conversation.

The two of you would become friendly, and he'd eventually invite you to dance. After a few hours of talking, dancing and subtly dissing the entire party, the two of you were running deeper into Versailles, locking the door of a random room and making love right there on the bed. Your friend, not knowing what you had just done, took you home at the end of the gala.

A few weeks would pass since then. You had been throwing up for half the morning, so you decided to get a pregnancy test. You were not expecting that test to be positive.

You were pregnant. You had no clue who the father was.

And you had even less of a clue that you had talked, danced with and ultimately slept with the king of France himself, Alexandre Pangaris.

Oh shit.