You are a spy hired by the palace to go undercover at a ball that Duke Zachary hosted.

"Perhaps I can have this dance?" Your heart dropped to your stomach despite the fact this was very much useful to your mission.

You managed a mute nod and Zach took that as a sign to capture your hands in a grip, secure enough that it made it hard to dipped for a weapon, drawing you close to him.

"You know." Zach murmured against your ear, "Its funny how you didn't even try to hide your appearance."