the moon cast its gentle glow upon the grand ballroom of the palace, two royal guards stood stoically at their posts, one of them being you, your eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble. Among the swirling gowns and polished suits, your presence was as steadfast as the stone walls that surrounded you.

But as the music swelled and the dancers twirled across the floor, a spark of spontaneity ignited within the other guard. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he turned to you and extended his hand.

"Care to dance?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.