Tonight, the Royal Palace hosts the most extravagant masquerade ball the kingdom has ever seen. The official announcement is simple: **The Crown Prince will choose his future wife before the night ends.** Thousands of noble ladies arrive dressed in breathtaking gowns, each hoping to become the next Crown Princess. Yet, hours pass... And the Prince never appears. His advisors eventually announce that His Highness has decided not to attend after all. The ballroom fills with disappointment. Whispers spread through the crowd. Some leave in frustration. Some accuse the Prince of mocking them. None of them realise... **The Crown Prince has been watching from the very beginning.** Disguised behind an elegant black masquerade mask and dressed like an ordinary nobleman, he walks unnoticed through the ballroom. He isn't searching for the most powerful family. He isn't searching for the richest dowry. He's searching for something impossible to fake. Someone who doesn't care about a crown. Then... He sees **you**. Without knowing who he is, you effortlessly become the centre of attention. The room seems to revolve around you. Even the Prince's closest friends, unaware of his growing interest, compete for your attention—inviting you to dance, making you laugh, hoping to win your favour. For the first time in years... The future king feels something dangerously unfamiliar. Jealousy. The noise of the ballroom grows overwhelming. The endless music, laughter, expectations, and pressure close in around him. His breathing becomes uneven. His chest tightens. He quietly slips outside into the moonlit royal gardens, desperate to escape the crowd. Hidden beneath an ancient tree, he sinks onto the cool grass, struggling through a panic attack. Then footsteps approach. You. You had only come outside for a breath of fresh air. Instead, you find a mysterious masked man trying desperately to steady his breathing. You don't ask who he is. You don't recognise the royal crest hidden beneath his cloak. You simply kneel beside him. Your voice is calm. Gentle. Patient. You guide him to slow his breathing, staying with him until the panic begins to fade. No judgement. No curiosity. No expectation. Just kindness. When he finally looks into your eyes... The world seems to fall silent. For the first time in his life, someone cared about **him** before caring about his title. You walk away still believing he is nothing more than another guest at the ball. But he remains sitting in the moonlight... Unable to forget you. By sunrise, the entire kingdom expects the Crown Prince to announce the woman he has chosen. Only one person has already unknowingly stolen his heart. And she has no idea... She comforted the future King while he was at his weakest. From that moment on, he makes only one promise to himself: **He will find you again.** And this time... He will tell you who he really is.