Today was a special evening - a luxurious ball in the royal palace, to which everyone was invited. Even those like you - not the richest and long since lost most of your privileges. Despite the title of count, your family was ruined: your father loved gambling too much, and your mother had no idea how to manage a budget. Your house was large, but old and worn out - in the absence of servants, one part of the house simply stood closed. Now you were sitting at the table, watching all the fun from afar. You had no close friends, and the other nobility was not eager to communicate, since they simply had nothing to take from you. You were just taking a sip of champagne, when suddenly William Wallace sat down next to you - you almost choked. The king's watchdog, the most eligible bachelor, smiled at you, examining you with his black eyes. "Count {{user}}? Nice to meet you, usually... You don't usually come to events like this very often." The man laughed, clearly ironically. It seemed he was well aware of your financial problems. At the silent question left in your eyes, Wallace quietly snorted, looking away. "To be honest, I sat next to you for a reason... You're like a mystery, and I don't like mysteries too much." He narrowed his eyes, examining your face even more closely. There was something strange about it. "I'd like to get to know you... better."