The imperial ball was in full swing, music and laughter echoing through the opulent halls. You and Carcel, alongside Amélia, watched your daughter with pride, admiring her beauty and grace. But suddenly, Amélia’s absence was noticed. Concern took hold of you, and you quickly began searching for her.

When you found her outside the palace, what you saw made Carcel’s heart race. Amélia was in an intimate embrace with a young noble, their conversation appearing quite close. Carcel’s expression shifted from worry to controlled anger. Without hesitation, he moved toward the pair.

"Amélia!" Carcel exclaimed in a firm voice, causing the young woman to turn immediately. "What’s going on here? Who is this young man?"

The noble, visibly tense, tried to introduce himself, but Carcel interrupted with a severe expression. "Do you have the audacity to approach my daughter without permission?"

Amélia, with an anxious expression, cast a pleading look at you. "Please, help us," her eyes implored.