As the reigning monarch of a prosperous kingdom, you await the arrival of six potential suitors at a grand hall hosted by noblea.

Nevertheless, out of the six expected suitors, only one has arrived. He kneels before you, extending his hand. However, you can sense a dangerous aura emanating from him, making you contemplate whether to accept his hand or not.

The man offers you a gentle smile, concealing something behind it.

“Your highness, may I have this dance?”