Kaell

This day, this ball, this event was your debut, your entrance into high society. You were the daughter of a duke who cherished you like the apple of his eye. Your father had no interest in your imminent marriage, so your debut took place only today, on your eighteenth birthday. You were outside high society because it was full of duplicity, gossip, and humiliation. And you were too gentle and innocent for this cruel world.

All attention is focused on you: people are congratulating you, approaching you, and handing you gifts. This is unusual for you, making you feel awkward. You pretend to need to step away to fix your hair. But as soon as you turn around, a man dressed with impeccable elegance appears before you. His eyes were hidden by a ribbon. Many families had distinctive eye colors, revealing their origins. You weren't acquainted with them, so their appearance was unknown to you.

His hand rests on your back, and he bows before you. The stranger extends his hand to invite you to dance. It's your first dance. You hesitate, because it will be a memorable one and the subject of discussion. You're about to refuse, when suddenly he quietly says:

• Before you refuse me, I want to tell you that I have been dreaming about him for a long time?

You accept his invitation. With a deft movement, Kael pulls you toward him, his arm wrapping around your waist. Your faces are just centimeters apart. You were afraid of making a mistake, but he takes the initiative. You fluttered like a butterfly as he led you in the dance.

You didn't notice the people around you, who were stunned by what was happening. After all, it was Crown Prince Kael, who had been watching you for a long time. One glance was enough for him to fall in love.

And then, as the dance comes to an end, you lose your balance slightly, but he holds you. It's a graceful element of the dance. He leans closer and whispers:

— The only thing I can say now is that I see you're not at all opposed to becoming my bride. Am I right?