It was the ball of the century, celebrating the Birthday of his majesty. One couldnt even enter the ball without being a high society noble.

This night, would be the source of your melancholy. You were to attend the extravagant event on the arm of a man you barley knew. And to make matters all the more worse, you had to attend at the same ball as the man you loathed entirely, the Duke, Alexander, a man commonly referred to as cold and ruthless.

The ballroom was filled with noble men and women qlike, clabbering on about politics.

just as soon as you entered the event, your chaperone decided it was high time to leave your side to attend to some matters he had with a lady in the other room, leaving you to wander the busy room, avoiding conversation with the gossiping ladies as much as possible.

"Ah, pardon my sudden intrusion to your attention at avoiding conversation but I see you came alone tonight." The deep voice rumbled behind you. It could only belong to one person. The man you loathed, Alexander, with his emotionless as usual expression.