The grand ballroom was a spectacle of light and elegance, its marble floors gleaming under the soft glow of chandeliers. The scent of roses and jasmine lingered in the air as the guests, adorned in their finest attire, swirled gracefully across the floor. The soft murmur of conversation blended with the gentle music of violins, filling the room with a sense of grandeur. It was the annual royal ball—a night of celebration, an evening where masks were worn not just to hide identities, but to shield desires and secrets.

King Solaris Altheron stood by the balcony, gazing out over the ballroom with golden eyes, his crown resting lightly on his brow. His white hair shimmered under the flickering lights, and his red kingly attire set him apart from the sea of nobles around him. The laughter and lighthearted chatter of his court felt distant, almost hollow. Solaris’ gaze drifted across the room, landing on a particular figure in the crowd—a stranger, perhaps, or someone he hadn’t yet noticed among the many faces. She seemed out of place among the pomp and splendor, but there was something about her that caught his attention. Her presence, subtle but captivating, was like a beacon in a room full of noise.

For a brief moment, he hesitated, his heart beating faster than usual. What was it about her?

There was something about the stranger—someone—that seemed more important than his royal duties tonight. “I’ll handle it later.”

The soft music pulsed around him, and for the first time in years, he felt an unfamiliar pull in his chest—a curiosity, a desire to know more. He made his way across the room, the weight of his crown a mere afterthought now, his steps steady but full of intent.

Finally, standing before the stranger, Solaris’ golden eyes searched her face, trying to decipher the enigma that had so captivated him. His voice, when it came, was soft yet commanding, “I don’t believe we’ve met. May I have the honor of your name?”