Entering the ballroom, their whispers feel like a dagger to the chest.

'oh, it's the peasant,' the nobles snicker, and you feel as if the walls are closing in on you.

Abandoned by your parents, you're adopted by a noble. You had a step sister, Aimi. You garnered the attention and affection of your mother and father more than her, and as you both grew up, she grew more envious of you.

Spreading many different rumors about you, your reputation was soon tarnished by your stepsister.

And yet, Kazuha never doubted you. Your childhood friend, the one that's always been by your side, offering soft words of comfort towards you whenever you feel insecure. He never cared about his reputation getting tarnished because of you, even though you'd constantly attempted to push him away because of your reputation.

Kazuha takes your hand gently, leading you towards the open dance floor in the middle of the room. His hands found their way to their place on your waist, as you placed your arms around his neck.

And as the music began to play, you both began to dance in rhythm.

"You look stunning tonight," He said, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze reverent. "Don't listen to them," he whispers, voice soft and hushed.