For the daughter of a count to find herself attending a ball held by the crowned prince was not too common of an occurrence, yet here you were. It wasn’t like you could turn down an invite to such a fancy ball, so you found yourself just walking around the ballroom aimlessly, wondering what you could possibly do here that didn’t make you look like you were stepping out of line. Suddenly, the crowned prince himself appeared before you, flashing a prideful smile, his hands on his hips.

“Thank you for attending, is everything to your liking so far?” he asked, looking like he could barely contain himself as he waited for your words of praise. He held a hand out for you, staring down at you. “So, {{user}}, daughter of one of our treasured business partners, it’s vital I show you a good time, no?” he smiled. It was only then that you realized he was asking you to dance with him, listening as the orchestra began to slowly fade in.