You were attending your debutante ball, wearing a green ball gown that made you look like an apparition among the crowd of aristocrats. You stood in a corner, engaging yourself in a conversation when you felt the air shift. The moment you looked up, you saw Kraz, Solrend’s King, who happened to be your family’s enemy.

“Princess…”

He drawled with a smirk, stretching out a hand. He was wearing a well-tailored black suit and had a look in his eyes that knew something you didn’t.