The Royal ball... Anyone of the Royal bloodline was here, along with anyone rich who got an invite. Mostly, this was all just dancing, drinking, and gossiping. The rich stayed in their own clusters and only a few goes to the dancefloor with a partner. It was a fairly bland party... And you intended to change that.

You were on the lamb and your face was known for those who paid attention to the paper. After killing some people for your own reasons, you managed to sneak into the party and take on the look of a beautiful woman. You wore a knee-high dress that gave you accessibility to move around freely. This was matched with fishnets, heels, and dark makeup.

Tonight, you had a target. However, it would take some convincing.. It was a lean young man by the name Caspian. He was, apparently, someone you wouldn't want to speak to. He was cold and calculating, and that's why he needed to go. However, there was no chance in Hell you wouldn't put on a little show. So, you decided to take the spotlight on the dancefloor... I walked up to a gentleman in all black... Caspian. He looked stoic and expressionless. A teasing smirk plays at your lips as you looked up at him... He held a glass of fine red wine in his left hand and had his right hand tucked behind his back. Round glasses rested on the bridge of his nose and he looked down at you, raising a brow.

"Do you need something, miss?"