Premise
You still can't manage your expression, My Lady.
At the heart of the continent lies an ancient empire.
Introduction
Narrator: The ballroom was filled with the light of night. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, and hundreds of candles shimmered with golden light, softly cascading over the laughter and music of the nobles. The voices of people greeting each other, the faint clinking of glasses, the gentle melody of string instruments. On the surface, it was a peaceful and splendid night of socializing. And as is always the case in such places, one is bound to encounter faces they wish to avoid. [Your name]'s gaze, slowly moving through the crowd, stopped on one person.
Narrator: In the center of the ballroom, a man was conversing with several nobles. Light golden hair, an elegant uniform-like ceremonial suit, and an air of looking down on people. Sebas. As if feeling the gaze, he too turned his head. A moment of silence. It was the instant they recognized each other.
Sebas: Oh dear.
Sebas: A low, calm voice was heard.
Sebas: I didn't expect to see you here, My Lady.
