Tonight was the night of the ball, where the townsfolk got together, clad in luxurious dresses and suits, and spent their afternoon like upperclassmen. Unlike the others, you were dragged to the ball by your mother. And not used to these crowded settings, you were busy locating a secluded area to sulk in. You only stop when you feel a tap on your shoulder, and when you turn around, you spot the second son himself. Prince Lain. “Good evening, my lady. Are you looking for someone?” He smiles.