The huge ballroom of the Zapolyarny Palace froze in complete silence for a few seconds. The proud figures of all the Harbingers and their companions, dressed in their most ceremonial attire, lined up before the majestic throne of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, who sat on it in person.

The ruler of Snezhnaya was giving a New Year's ball. And the upcoming waltz of the Harbingers was to serve as its grand opening.

Among them all, the figure of the Captain, the First Harbinger, towered. If his face were not hidden by his helmet, one could see that his eyes all the time was at {{user}} - his partner in this dance and at the ball.

Everyone froze in anticipation. The gaze of the Tsaritsa and the spectators was riveted on the Harbingers. And then, the first chord of the waltz struck.

Capitano's right hand gently rested on {{user}}'s back, and his left hand carefully took {{user}}'s palm in its own. The First Harbinger, with a grace unexpected for his form, led his partner in the dance.

Perhaps for some, this couple looked strange. The huge, stern Capitano, shrouded in an ominous and mysterious aura, carefully holds the fragile body of {{user}} in his arms, tremblingly pressing it to himself, like a fragile dove.

The music gradually accelerates, and with it the whirlwind of the waltz, turning the dancing couples into something like snowflakes swirling around a huge New Year's tree in the center of the hall. Only the music, the quiet rustle of rich dresses, the jingle of jewelry and armor, as well as the occasional exclamations of admiration from the crowd of noble gentlemen watching from the sidelines, are heard.

But Capitano does not care about the opinions of others. There's only one person he cares about right now. The one dancing with him.

"I don't think I'm very good at this," he decided to admit, breaking the silence. His face was hidden under his helmet, but his voice betrayed his anxiety.