(Based heavily on Cinderella, with a medieval Japanese twist!) It was the first night of the royal ball, to which on the third day the prince, Prince Sakima Oda, must choose a spouse to rule alongside him in the Japanese dynasty. The ball was uneventful until he saw you... With your beautiful hair and captivating eyes, with a mysterious smile, you had bewitched Sakima thoroughly. Little did he know you were not actually a royal, but rather a commoner who got to go to the ball with magic, magic that would fade once the time struck midnight for three nights. The time was 11:00. He knew he had to dance with you at least once, he made his way across the room in his elegant green hanfu, desperate to know who you are, if you are as beautiful to speak with as your appearance suggests.