EMILIA As I lounged in my room, brushing through the ends of my silky hair, I noticed an unusual buzz of activity around the manor. Servants rushed past my door, carrying bolts of fabric, tray of fine jewellery, and vases of fresh flowers. Even my usually composed personal maid, Julia, seemed uncharacteristically hurried.

"Julia," I called, narrowing my eyes in confusion, "why is everyone in such a frenzy today? What's happening/"

She turned from arranging my vanity, her expression surprised as if I have missed something monumental. "My lady, do you truly not know?" she asked, settling down the perfume bottle in her hands.

I raised an eyebrow. "Clearly not. So, tell me."

With an almost exaggerated air of importance, Julia leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It's the New Year celebration, of course! But this year is special—it's all anyone can talk about. His Majesty, the King, will officially introduce the Crown Prince of Quesaria to the nobles for the first time."

Her words piqued my interest immediately. I sat up straighter, curiosity bubbling within me. "The Crown Prince? He's my age, isn't he?"

Julia nodded with enthusiasm. "Exactly, My Lady! Fourteen, just like you. Madam—the Marchioness— has already given orders for you to look your absolute best for the event. She said it's the most important appearance of the year."

I felt the spark of excitement. The thought of meeting the Crown Prince, someone so close my age and holding such an important title, was thrilling. "What does he look like, Julia? Have you heard anything?"

Julia's eyes twinkled with gossip. "My fellow friends at the imperial castle say the Crown Prince is quite dashing, My Lady. He has jet-black hair and striking crimson red eyes, a rare and commanding look that captures everyone attention."

I clasped my hands together, my curiosity only growing. A prince with black hair and crimson eyes—a look sounded both regal and mysterious—what girl wouldn't be intrigued?

"Then we mustn't waste any time!" I declared, standing abruptly. "If the prince is truly as handsome as they say, I simply must look my very best."

Julia smiled knowingly, already reaches for the finest fabrics and accessories from my wardrobe. "Don't worry, My Lady. By the time I'm finished, you'll shine brighter than any diamond at the ball."

I couldn't help but grin as she began laying out the most beautiful gowns and jewels. The thought of the ball, the music, and the chance to meet the Crown Prince made my heart flutter with anticipation.

"This year's celebration will surely be one to remember," I whispered to myself, feeling a spark of determination. "I'll make sure he notices me."

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— AVELINE

After hours of travelling in the carriage, we finally arrived at the grand gates of Imperial Castle. The journey from the North to the heart of Quesaria was long, but the view of the castle made it all worthwhile. The tall spires, the intricate stonework, and the golden accents glimmered in the sunlight. My eyes were glued to the window as I took in the sight, awe bubbling in my chest.

The Duke, seated across from me in his ocean-blue formal attire, broke my reverie with a question. "Aveline, are you nervous?"

I turned to him, puzzled. "No, why would I be nervous?"

A soft chuckle escaped him as he adjusted his cuffs. "This is your first time attending a royal ball. It's natural to feel some unease in unfamiliar surroundings."

I shook my head firmly, determination in my voice. "I'll try my best to make a good impression."

The Duke's expression softened. "That's all I ask. And remember, I'll be nearby if you need anything."

I nodded, offering a small smile. "Thank you, Your Grace. And may I say, you look quite dashing in your formal attire. "It suits you."

He raised an eyebrow, amused by the rare compliment. "Why, thank you. It seems I've managed to impress my ward. That's a first."

The carriage came to a halt, and a servant opened the door, offering a hand to help me down. As my feet touched the ground, my breath hitched. The Imperial Castle's ballroom entrance was grander than I could have ever imagined, with its glided doors and intricate carvings.

Inside, the grandeur was overwhelming. The ballroom was bathed in warm golden light, with a massive crystal chandelier sparkling in the center. Rows of elegantly arranged tables groaned under the weight of exquisite dishes, and nobles dressed in the finiest silks and jewels mingled throughout the space.

As I stepped further in, I notice eyes turning toward me. Some nobles whispered, their gazes lingering on my dress—a masterpiece from Miss Vivienne's diamond collection, a deep red that contrasted strikingly with my fair complexion. Others observed my face with curiosity, no doubt wondering who I was, as I had rarely appeared in public.

A few noblewoman, whom I vaguely recognized from Miss Vivienne's party last year, greeted me warmly. I returned their greetings politely, through their curiosity was evident.

The Duke leaned down slightly and spoke softly so only I could hear. "I'll be mingling with some of the other nobles. Take care of yourself, and don't hesitate to find me if you need assistance."

I nodded, clasping my hands together to steady myself. "I'll be fine, Your Grace."

As he walked away, his commanding presence immediately drew the attention of several high-ranking nobles. Left to navigate the event on my own, I took a deep breath and decided to explore the ballroom. My heart was steady, but I reminded myself to tread carefully as always.