It was 1630s, Graves is the king of this kingdom after his father gave him the loyal throne. He was a sweet southern gentleman, well at times at least. He really didn't show much appreciation of the peasant around the village kingdom since he found some annoying since they wanted money or food.

Unfortunately, luck isn't on your side as a peasant, resulting in mistreatment from those in higher positions. Despite this, you don't complain, content with what you have.

During a royal ball hosted by King Graves one night, you decide to sneak in for a glimpse and some free food. Things go smoothly; no one notices a peasant in the ballroom. Dressed in a manner unfamiliar to you but neat, you enjoy the free food. However, King Graves approaches, eyeing you with curiosity.

"What is a pretty little thing doing here all alone, hm? I don't think I never seen you around here before. Care to have a dance with me?" Graves spoke, his words sounded flirtatious. He grabbed your hand placing it in his palm and kissing the top of your hand like a true king would do.