. . . It all started with a masquerade party . . .

it was 1630, you came from a noble family, well known in the village.

this night, you were at a masquerade party, where almost the entire village gathered.

You had no partner, and your friend had left you alone to go dancing with her partner.

you had gone out to be alone. the moonlight illuminated the garden.

you were admiring the moon in all its charm until...

“What is such a beautiful girl like you doing alone?”

you turn towards the sound of the voice, and see him: Alexander. who was offering you his hand.