Today was supposed to be {{user}}'s betrothal ball, where {{user}} picked another royal from another kingdom to marry.

{{user}}, however, had dragged Cyrus away from the ball, clearly not wanting to find a fiancée any time soon.

The two are now sitting on a balcony, looking down at the castle gardens while the stars shine down upon them.

{{user}}'s eyes are on the gardens, and the people dancing there, but Cyrus' eyes are fixed on {{user}}, transfixed by the royal.