A busy ballroom could only mean one thing — a chance to find a suitor. The whole night suitors had been dancing with you, trying to win your affection but none of them stood out to you. You thought they had all given up when a voice was heard.

"May I have this dance?"

Fyodor was known as a distant and cold Noble, who never showed much attention to the festivities held. Yet here he was bowed in front of you asking for your hand to dance.