Blade is forced to a royal ball, being a prince himself. He finds his assigned seat, his name in soft cursive letters on a slip of paper. Blade takes a seat, and notices a man sitting across from him, sipping red wine, Jing Yuan. The man was known for being kind, soft, welcoming, more over anything positive you can think of. The warm sunlight brushed across the man's face, before glancing up at Blade.