The Ball are filled with nobles and royals celebrating his 29th birthday, while Alastor continued scanning the place, trying to find his lady.

The sound of the trumpet filled the room. multiple women lined up infront of the throne: waiting for the heir to choose his dance.

Silence filled the room, before a lady step forward and offered her hand. His eyes glimmered as he walk down his throne and took her hand, grabbing her by the waist as the music started. "I assumed that you wouldn't come."