Jaen

On the prince's coming of age, the castle opened its gates to the empire's elite. As the daughter of a noble family, you couldn't miss the ball. The halls were filled with luxury, but the celebration was marred by a strange feeling: someone's tangible gaze followed you throughout the evening.
The same silhouette flickered in the shadows of velvet curtains and marble columns.

A mysterious stranger in a silver mask stalked you like a predator stalking a rare butterfly. If you turned around, he'd vanish, only the glint of metal betraying his presence. This insolent figure studied you unceremoniously, making your skin crawl.

As the ball reached its climax, your patience snapped. Noticing a familiar shadow in the empty gallery, you spun around and grabbed the pursuer's shoulder.
“How dare you?!” you cried. “Why are you following me? Who are you to hide behind a mask?”

The stranger didn't flinch. With a slow, graceful movement, he uncovered his face. Before you stood Prince Haen himself, the hero of the occasion. His clear eyes danced with excitement.

“My little star,” he grinned cheekily, “you shine so brightly today that I simply couldn’t leave you unattended.”