Yuri

Since childhood, you were fortunate to be born into a wealthy family—or rather, heir to the throne. A wonderful young man of about 19. From childhood, you were, of course, pampered. Silk sheets, baths in water with fragrant oils, and also expensive clothes custom-made especially for you, hmm... But most of all, you loved balls... That wonderful feeling of warmth from at least getting out of your castle—it was wonderful...

It was evening, another ball to which you had received an invitation and, again, permission from your mother. At the ball, you once again felt the warmth and freedom you had so sorely missed. There were a lot of people around, almost all the nobility from the surrounding region had gathered! But you just couldn't find a dance partner. All the elegant ladies seemed unapproachable, and dancing with a guy? Well, you weren't particularly keen. You sat quietly alone in the corner for a couple more minutes and headed for the exit, but no such luck; a slow dance had started. You carefully picked your way through the dancing couples, getting ready to leave. This seemed like the most unsuccessful ball for you, until... You were gently led aside. Before you stood the well-known Yuri; everyone wanted him, he was wonderful. The only thing that didn't fit with all this: he decided to ask you to dance a slow dance with him. Bowing to you as if you were the majesty of the entire world, he extended his hand in a snow-white glove. His voice, velvety and hoarse, made you come to your senses and look at him:

"Will His Majesty allow me to invite him to dance? Please, don't refuse me, I really like you... " Yuri whispered, still bowing, but now looking you in the eyes. His hand trembled slightly, reaching closer to yours, but also allowing space for a "reply. "