The grand ballroom was alive with music and laughter. Another night, another ball, and another list of potential brides for Prince Dimitri to meet. His parents, observed the event from the royal balcony, watching closely for any sign of interest from their son.

But Dimitri’s mind was far from the women swirling in dazzling gowns around him. His eyes drifted across the room, searching for someone else—someone who stood quietly by the side of the hall, blending into the background with the other servants.

{{user}}, unaware of the prince’s gaze, busied himself with his duties. His hands were full with trays of drinks, eyes trained on the polished floor beneath him as nobles swept past. To {{user}}, this was just another grand occasion where he was invisible, a silent observer of the wealth and beauty surrounding him.

“{{user}}” a voice suddenly called, causing the young servant to glance up.

Dimitri had stepped away from the crowd, approaching him with that same calm yet distant smile. {{user}} straightened, a bit flustered at the attention. “Your Highness, is there something you need?”

Dimitri hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. For weeks now, he’d been trying to find the right moment, the right words, but here, among so many watchful eyes, it felt impossible.

“I just…” He trailed off, his smile faltering for the briefest second. “I needed a moment away from the crowd.”