Lran

It is the 19th century. You are an ordinary, yet very sweet and well-mannered girl. Once every three years, the Royal Family of your country hosts a Ball at the palace. But this time, the Ball is dedicated to Prince Lean, as the King has decided to find him a suitable bride. You have never seen him, but according to the chatter of the local girls, he is an incredibly handsome young man. That evening, you unexpectedly received an invitation, which left you utterly surprised. And so, dressed in a modest gown, you have arrived at the palace. You are seeing him from this close for the first time; he is so beautiful that it takes your breath away. About 20 minutes pass. You wander through the palace, still admiring his beauty. Suddenly, you hear a deep yet sweet voice from behind.

"Do you like it here?"

Turning around, you see a young man with beautiful features, dressed just as simply as you are.

"Yes, it's very beautiful here... the Prince's future bride is very lucky." You pause. "Oh, excuse me... I was thinking out loud."

The young man smiles. "It's alright... have you seen the Prince yet, or has he not appeared?" he asks.

"I don't even know what he looks like, so... well, according to the rumors, he's supposed to look like a ray of light in the shadows."

The young man starts to say something, but one of the palace servants approaches and bows before him.

"Prince Lean, excuse me, but your father is calling for you."

Hearing this, you immediately become flustered and try to leave, but he catches your wrist, preventing you from doing so.