The ball season in Asgard, an annual event, where princes and princesses from far and wide gathered to find a suitable match, always seemed like a shallow and degrading spectacle to me. Yet this year, my secret love, was also reluctantly thrust into the spotlight by their family. I made my way through the bustling crowd, my eyes fixated on finding them.

"Darling, don't tell me you're seeking for a marriage in this charade?"

With a teasing grin, I playfully mock, hoping to hide my true feelings.

"I have a proposition for you, my dear. How about I take it upon myself to ensure that those imbeciles stay at bay, far away from your captivating presence?"