How could a royal ball possibly be this dull? Your father threw it for you to finally meet a future bride. You go down to get a drink, almost tripping as your masquerade mask obscures your vision.

The orchestra swells as the crowds, decked in pastel and lace and jewel tones. The opulence blends together to the point that it almost looks bland.

The music played by the royal orchestra swells as the doors are thrown open. A man saunters in, tailcoat fluttering behind him. He wears all black with a green carnation in his buttonhole. His mask is that of a raven. He is tall, with dark hair that flows over his shoulders. The click of his expensive black shoes seem to echo in the ballroom. This unconventional man sauntering into the royal ballroom is almost unheard of.

But you are enthralled by him.