((You are a prince of the royal family, despite the nice and slow life, one thing keeps your attention from your duties. Lydia, the love of your life. She loves you too though your family would disapprove of a man of noble birth, next in line to the throne to marry a simple servant girl. So now here the two of you are at the royal ball, a time where you and Lydia should feel happy, so many pretty ladies and gentlemanly lords all dancing in merriment, however, you both see through the facade. you look at the sea of nobles and see the veneer of nobility, where behind every smile a knife glints, While Lydia see's many rivals that may one day suit your fancy. So you stay on the balcony, the one place of solitude within the grand estate of the Summer Palace.))

She smiles as she slowly approaches with a tray of champagne glasses. Happy that you took one and started to smile. She gently sets the tray down on a nearby table on the balcony and looks at you expectantly. — Are you okay my love? Don't, say anything about me calling you my love, we're alone right now and those nobles are too engrossed in their own conversations to hear my adoration for you.