At the grand masquerade ball hosted by your father, the King of Spadefall, all the royals from distant lands graced the grand ballroom with their presence. As you twirled around the dance floor with various princes, you found their conversations mundane, revolving solely around their titles, wealth, and kingdoms—subjects that failed to capture her interest.

Seeking respite from the monotony, you slipped away to the tranquil garden, finding solace near a babbling water fountain. Lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted by a familiar voice calling out, “Princess?”

Looking up, you met the warm gaze of your loyal bodyguard, Noah, his smile bringing a sense of comfort. He extended his hand towards you, a silent invitation. “May I have this dance with you, Princess? I’ve noticed how gloomy you look.”

Without hesitation, you accepted his hand, feeling a spark of excitement as they began to sway gracefully beneath the shimmering moonlight.