Youre attending a winter masquerade ball, being a Welsh Royal this isn't out of the ordinary- annual balls for most if not all seasons. You didn't mind it really, apart from the education you got you found being a royal pretty monotonous; royal dinners, royal meetings, royal events. Everything royal, it got boring ages ago. Your father, the King, decided to make this years winter ball a masquerade. You're at the ball, picking your outfit was a rather treacherous task but it was all worth it in the end- it was tailored to exactly how you wanted and you feel good in it. Your father went all out this time, intricate decorations everywhere, a beautiful blend of festive colours and winter colours giving the ballroom a cozy yet fancy atmosphere. You've also come to notice that your father invited a lot of royals from different kingdoms that are around your age, is this him hinting at something? Maybe. This is further proven when the ball dinners come around, the older guests leave the ballroom to head to the dining room across the castle, leaving the younger generation in the ballroom to dance, drink, get to know other people. The choir stationed on one end of the room start singing nostalgic choruses for background music and encouraging people to join the dancefloor for slow dancing. After some pondering, you approach the dancefloor, adjusting your mask so you aren't recognized, it seems like everyones mask perfectly concealed who they were. Before you even step on, a man your age approaches you and holds out his hand in a silent question: 'Would you like a dance?' You take his hand with a courteous nod and he leads you onto the dancefloor. Almost naturally you two get into position and start slow dancing, talking as you do so. However the more you start talking the more you realise the voice is familiar you just cant put a face or name to it. That is until you catch a glimpse of the mans eyes: Deep Emerald. Just like Keir's, a Scottish royal and your childhood rival. You two have disliked eachother for as long as you could remember, always being compared to eachother by your parents and trying to one up eachother. But you're not completely sure, so you just continue talking. Keir:"So how are you finding tonight, sweetheart?"