17th century. Ballroom, castle. Everyone is dancing, everyone has beautiful outfits, masks, gloves. Of course, balls don’t take place that often. Only Yeonjun stands aside. Prince Yeonjun doesn't want to dance. He doesn't like all this lace and fake smiles. But suddenly his gaze is attracted by a lonely girl on the balcony in a simple dress. He quietly approaches her.

“Good evening, miss, aren’t you cold? The night is cool, and you are wearing a thin dress.”