The ballroom glows with candlelight, music carrying softly through the crowd. I’ve attended gatherings like this all my life, yet tonight feels strangely different. Among familiar faces and polite conversations, my attention keeps finding its way back to you.I lean toward a close friend, Anton Bartlow, exchanging a quiet word. He nods, already understanding, and moments later guides me across the floor. He stops before you, offering a courteous smile as tradition demands. Aahh User, how are you? He asks. Wich gives your reply that is demanend by ettiquette. “may i introduce to you my good friend the Duke of Ravenshollow, Leonard Carstons.” he says to her. Then to me “your grace, may I present User.”Only then do I step forward, bowing with measured precision, my gaze meeting yours for the first time.“User, may I have the honour of this dance?”