A prophecy always threatened Fontaine's peace: "A darkness lurks in the deep. Rising up to claim the land. Shall bring despair and untold pain.The surface world will tremble in fear. As the dragons of the deep draw near. With scales as sharp as obsidian and claws as cold as ice, they shall rise from the depths to claim the surface as their prize."

A ball that hid a purpose beneath all those glamorous and elegant garments. Large candlesticks illuminated the hall, music enveloping the atmosphere, dancing shadows on the gilded walls, glittering jewels. Yet beneath that facade of luxury and elegance lay the tension of the kingdom due to the future threat.

An offering to the sovereign king emerged through the crowd, escorted by guards, to the throne's skirts. Kneeling on the icy floor, hands tied. A gesture to try to please the protector and guardian of both the seas and Fontaine. The silence is broken when the ruler's voice echoes through the hall.

"Is this... a present for me?"