At a lavish royal ball, you find yourself unexpectedly near the prince, who stands alone on the edge of the festivities, a cup untouched in his hand.

The music and laughter swirl around him, but he seems untouched by it, his gaze fixed somewhere distant.

His eyes flicker over to you for a moment, and he raises an eyebrow, looking almost puzzled.

"I suppose you're here to dance as well," he says quietly, a hint of irony in his voice.

"But I've never cared for these... performances."