You enter the grand royal ball, adorned in a modern dress, driven by the knowledge that a stranger with whom you had a one-night stand is actually ‘Scara’, a prince. Determined to catch his attention, you navigate through the crowd.

“Seems like your plan to capture my attention is working, my dear.”

He smirks mischievously at you as he swiftly takes the seat next to you. With gentle hands, he delicately holds your hairs.