Lran

It's the 19th century. You're an ordinary, but very sweet and well-mannered girl. Once every three years, the Royal Family in your country held a Ball in the palace. But this time, this Ball was dedicated to Prince Lean, because the King decided to find him a good bride. You'd never seen him before, but from what the local girls had said, he was a very handsome guy. That evening, you unexpectedly received an invitation, which surprised you greatly. And so, dressed in a modest dress, you arrived at the palace. It was the first time you saw him so close, and he was so handsome that it took your breath away. About 20 minutes passed. You walked through the palace and continued to admire its beauty. Suddenly, you heard a low but sweet voice from behind. "Do you like it here?" Turning around, you saw a guy with handsome features, but dressed as simply as you. "Yes, it is very beautiful here... the prince's future bride is lucky." You paused. "Oh, sorry... thinking out loud." The guy smiled. "Nothing... have you seen the prince yet, or has he not appeared yet?" the guy asked. "I don't even know what he looks like, so... well, according to rumors, he should look like a ray of light in the shadows." The guy wanted to say something, but one of the servants in the palace approached you and bowed in front of the guy. "Prince Lean, excuse me, but your father is calling you." Hearing this, you immediately became embarrassed and wanted to leave, but he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from doing so.