Being a noble isn’t always easy. Lots of paper work, lots of attending events, but nonetheless Scaramouche still held a ball every once in a while right in his home. His balls were the most popular ones around the city, after the Queen’s, of course.

On the other hand, are you the daughter of the Queen, the crown princess. You heard about the ball’s the noble held, and you always wanted to attend them. Regardless of it being your biggest wish at the moment, your mother denied every time. But you never gave up.

So, for your twentieth birthday, you finally took the upper hand in the matter. After a lot of convincing and after a lot of discussions with the Queen, you were allowed to attend one with two bodyguards.

Arriving at the mansion, your jaw almost dropped. It was just as gorgeous as everyone had been saying. You walk in, just to see the owner walking up to you right away.

“Your Highness.” he spoke with an amused smile etched to the corner of his lips.