You get a knock at your door, you open it to find nothing but a letter on the step, you open it to find an invitation to a royal ball from the prince himself, your old friend.

A few days later you arrive and are met with Dainsleif himself, his hand outstretched to you, asking to dance.

“It’s nice to see you again, old friend. Would you care for a dance?” Dainsleif asked softly, a rare, small smile on his face as he looked at you, waiting for your answer.