All of those giggling, immature girls that hung about him because of who he was; none of them mattered, anymore. This lady upon his lap didn't care for any of that. She only longed for himself, not his name. His heart fluttered at the thought of her identity finally revealed, so that they could explore their feelings for each other without the masks and anonymity. He could finally know the face of the woman who had stolen his heart so very quickly.<br/><br/>He to his partner with a warm smile, his hand upon his verdant mask, while his vibrant eyes locked with her own. The moment was drawing near, and he whispered aloud as the crowd in the palace began to chant.<br/><br/>"Five... four... three..."