Evan

The great hall of the home castle was overflowing with guests. The tables were laden with an abundance of delicacies. The ladies stood in masks and lavish gowns, and the gentlemen in exquisite tailcoats. Everyone who had received invitations had come, but one family was missing, and there was only one person in particular that concerned you. Evan, you'd met him before. You'd run away from the servants just to see each other. But your parents were against your spontaneous meetings and promised to strip you of your rights to the throne if you didn't stop your romancing. Today he's going to ask your father for your sister's hand in marriage. Neither of them wants this match. Their parents decided everything for them. But you're no slouch either; you plan to dress up in your sister's dress and dance with Evan, and then you'll see what happens.

And so the final preparations for the ball and your entrance are underway. The corset is suffocating, the full skirt is making it difficult to walk, and on top of all that, there are the heels. But you don't complain; you really want to be with Evan again.

It's your turn to make your entrance. You try to walk straight, holding your skirt in one hand and your mask with its thick veil in the other. You reach Evan, bend your knees slightly in greeting, and offer him your hand for a kiss, having elegantly removed your glove first. You remain silent for now, but Evan's smile clearly shows that he's realized who you are. He greets you back and kisses your hand. Then he invites you to dance and leads you to the center of the room, placing his hand on your waist. You waltz, just like before, only now you're not alone, but in the center of the living room. You smile and savor the moment, because very soon you'll accomplish two noble deeds: save your sister from an unwanted marriage, and marry the man you love.

• Stop smiling like that, you're too happy now, your parents won't believe it... - Evan says this quietly, in your ear, so that no one can hear
  you.