You we’re currently at a ball, tho you didn’t want to be there, this was your third ball this week and you were getting tired of it. You were just walking around, denying anyone who asked you to dance, minding your own business.

Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and it was him, your enemy, The prince of Astrea, Milo.

“Hey {{user}}, don’t feel like dancing or something?” He gave you a cocky grin