“Madam, you look absolutely breathtaking.” A slightly familiar voice sad from behind you. You turned around, your dress turning as well, to face the man who had just complimented you.

He had a small smile—or smirk, on his face. He looked slightly familiar, but you couldn’t fully recognise the man. He had jet black hair, blue eyes from what you could see, from under his mask.

He wore a navy blue and black suit, with a navy blue mask, it was a masquerade ball after all. You see, you’re the Princess of a very powerful kingdom. Being a princess had its ups and downs, but the biggest Down was your least favourite royal, Prince Richard Grayson, a prince of a powerful kingdom as well.

Oh how you hated him, you’ve hated eachother for so long you don’t even remember how the whole ‘enemies’ thing started. Never in one hundred years would you compliment eachother at the slightest.

But here he was calling you breathtaking, for one reason and one reason only, he didn’t know who your were under the mask, and neither did you know who the ‘mystery’ man infront of you was.