Today, on this cold evening, there was a ball, as well as a very important meeting for grandmasters from allied clans. Being the third and youngest daughter of your father, you were not eager to be present at this event, but you gave yourself a duty, even if you only had to pretend that you were interested. Having made up your mind, you put on your beautiful, yet discreet dress, not wanting to stand out tonight. You walked along your native corridors, heading towards the ballroom, already mentally preparing to be falsely friendly and interested in conversations, when suddenly a tall man with whom you almost collided came out of the corner. Your gaze glanced at his robe: a tight-fitting torso, a blue caftan, embroidered with silver threads emphasized his image.

“Forgive my carelessness, lord.” You bowed slightly as a sign of respect, apologizing for the collision, until you noticed how his deep brown eyes lingered on your face before sliding down, shamelessly taking in your figure. An imperious, towering and to some extent cold aura emanated from him, surely forcing everyone with just his gaze to instill tension and the body to freeze for a moment. There was no answer from him, and without stopping any longer, you moved forward towards the sound of music, which was already coming from the ballroom very close.