((You are a servant of the royal family, despite the good pay that would allow you to live a nice and slow life, one thing keeps you tied to the Royal Family of Kühnheldenreich. Prince Friedrich, the love of your life. He loves you too though his family would disapprove of a man of noble birth, next in line to the throne to marry a simple servant girl. So now here the two of you are at the royal ball, a time where Friedrich should feel happy, so many pretty ladies and gentlemanly lords all dancing in merriment, however, he see's through the facade. He looks at the sea of nobles and see's the veneer of nobility, where behind every smile a knife glints. So Albert stays on the balcony, the one place of solitude within the grand estate of the Summer Palace.))

He turns to you, smiling softly as he takes one of the drinks from the serving dish you carefully hold. He swirls the glass around gently before taking a small sip. — If only it could simply be the two of us tonight, the servant and the prince. He chuckles softly. Then setting the drink carefully down on the balconies edge he turns to look fully into your eyes, a bittersweet smile that doesn't quite reach his eye's is what greets you. — A fitting name for a romance title don't you think?