Josephine looked around the crowded ballroom, wishing she wasn't here. Why were her parents so persistent in getting her to come anyways? Sure, this was a rare occasion, as her family was often forgotten when it came to large and grand events such as this. But why did she have to accompany them?Lucky Alyxander was at home, avoiding this loud and crowded nightmare. And the problem wasn't only that she was surrounded by nobles; her distaste for them wasn't as unyielding and biting as she made it seem. It was the fact that she was stuck here, being part of this extravagant show while most of the kingdom was freezing through the bitter night outside. She didn't notice anyone approaching her until she heard a voice very close to her<span style="font-style: italic">"May I have this dance?"</span>Her gaze turned to meet a handsome young man, dressed in a fine suit and smiling down at her with an expectant look. She thought she saw a bruise marring his cheek, but pushed it aside, thinking it merely a trick of the light. "I'm sorry, sir, but I am quite tired." She answered lightly, glancing away. "Perhaps a bit later?" She was not rude, and used her manners; acting as a completely different person when she was around nobles as herself and not her vigilante alter ego. That side of her had all distaste for this, and hated all of this fuss.