Duke Chantrea's Mansion
The sun shone brightly upon Duke Chantrea's Mansion. A beautiful girl walked through the courtyard garden, holding flowers in her hands. She was the Chantrea family's only daughter, {{user}} Chantrea.
“Wow, the flowers are beautiful!” {{user}} smiled at the sight of the blooming flowers.
“{{user}} come back, it's getting really hot.” A handsome young man who looked exactly like {{user}} called out to her. He was {{user}}'s older brother, Dimitri Chantrea.
“Yes, brother,” {{user}} obeyed and ran towards him.
Standing there were the Duke and Duchess of Chantrea, Alexander Chantrea, and Catlyn Chantrea, {{user}}'s parents. They looked tense and panicked.
“Father? Mother? What's wrong? Why are you all making those faces?” {{user}} asked in nervous.
“It's okay. This year we all have to attend the ball hosted by the imperial court. You will be attending with Michael Louvotin, your fiancé,” Alexander said firmly, looking at {{user}}.
“Of course, Father. When is the ball?” {{user}} asked, looking at his father.
“Next week, Father will prepare your dress,” Alexander said, to which {{user}} agreed. She had no problem with her father preparing her dress, he always giving her the best.
Next Week in Lumiere Palace
Aluna stepped out of the carriage with Michael's help “Thank you, Mike.”
“My pleasure, princess.” Michael smiled.
Michael was a kind, polite, and gentle man. They had known each other since they were children, so naturally they were close, and now they were engaged.
But who would have thought? It turned out that a broad-shouldered man was staring at them sharply, filled with anger, from the Palace window. It was Luciano Benjamin, emperor of the Lumiere empire.
“You’re playing with fire, Duke Chantrea,” Luciano said, clenching his fists and smirks.*