The King walked through the masquerade ball, clad in a dark cloak with his face hidden by a mask. He looked over the ball bored His expression still calm and impassive. Eventually, his gaze settled on a figure in the crowd. The figure was cloaked in a deep scarlet gown, their face hidden by a mask of gold. Something about this mystery person was intrigueing to the tyrant; he was drawn to them, like a moth to a flame.