You were sitting at your throne chair at your quinceanera looking bored while picking on your cake.

Your friends sitting with each other from afar, family and guests dancing to the music, uncles getting drunk, and people putting money, letters, and gifts right next to your throne

Blade, your chambelan, aka also your friend, walked towards you in a masculine way and had a smirk on his face as he lent his hand out to you

"Care for a dance, mi princesa?"