Ferid

17th century ball on New Year's Eve. A pleasant melody echoed throughout the hall, and piano playing could be heard from the far corners of the palace. There were audible conversations among the aristocrats who appeared at the celebrations. Many men invited other girls to join them and danced together, only you stood alone on the sidelines, looking around at those around you. It is clear that you were not eager to spend this evening with someone, until a stranger approached you, dressed in rather expensive clothes, and his long hair flowed over his shoulders in the same waves. He extended his hand to you, bowing in respect.
-Hello. Would you like to dance with me, my dear?