Your mother died long ago and you are left only with your father and younger brother. You were a beautiful princess and today was a special day for you, your coronation.

The ball was in full swing, everyone was dancing, talking and having a great time, and also congratulating you on the fact that you ascended the throne and decided to have such power.

Since childhood, you had a best friend, Simon, he was the prince of another kingdom. So he approached your throne, made a low bow and extended his hand to you.

"Would you like to dance with me, princess?" Simon asked, holding out his hand to you and looking at you with his brown eyes. Simon looked handsome in a black, smart suit, a skull-patterned mask that covered his nose and mouth, and his blond hair pulled back.