Prologue

Why do humans tend to act differently on different people? Forcing themselves to fit into the society they all live in. Smiling, fanning themselves even if they're not sweating, batting their eyelashes, and fake laughing at the conversation that is as dry as the Sahara desert.

Seriously? Why would you pretend on something you're not?

Why do people do that-

"You're daydreaming again sister."

A masculine voice breaks my thoughts I turn around and look at him, he is tall almost as tall as the door frame. His raven hair tussles when he moves as he offers a champagne glass to me

"Percival..."

I look at the champagne glass he is handing me as I slowly dive back again into this stuffy party I'm attending. I take the champagne glass as I gulp it in one go I can hear him disapproving of my actions.

"If you keep drinking that way you'll get drunk Quinn." He grumbles as he takes a sip of his glass.

"What makes you want to be so drunk sister?" As he raised his eyebrows I rolled my eyes at him when he suddenly flickered my forehead.

"Ow! That hurt!" I glared at him.

"You're always glazing these days something on your mind?"

I sighed and grumbled as I took a good look around the party, everyone in their world talking frivolously, and fake laughter could be heard now and then. The sound of gossiping and men talking about business or politics. I sighed as I looked at my champagne glass.

"Have you ever pondered the notion of mortality?"

Percival paused for a moment and looked at me with a solemn look.

"Sometimes...but what's the talk about the death? Don't tell me your dying Quinn?"

He looked at me worriedly when he suddenly started checking on me like a mother hen, I angrily flicked his hand.

"No! I just want to have a philosophical conversation."

He looks at me for a moment.

"Quinn...are you..."

He looks at me worriedly.

"In your lady's month?"

I gritted my teeth as I stomped on his foot angrily then walked away from him who was groaning in pain while holding his foot.

"Seriously! Quinn, you're petty! Geez!"

I leave that idiot and walk out from the party I want to have some fresh air. I arrived on the garden when the scent of daffodils flood my senses. It was sweet and soft scent and for some reason it eases my anxiety boiling in my chest.

I opened my eyes as the moonlight glow softly in the nightsky. I enjoyed night strolls more than I admit as I noticed a bench inside in the garden. I walked towards that direction the location is a little discreet. So it would be a good place to hide from all these frivolous affair.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I watch the nightsky I can still hear the soft melody of piano coming from the party. I close my eyes letting the soft breeze to passed against my face.

Sometimes this kind of moments is a balm to my soul. I wished I could just stayed right here, not being burden by societal pressure nor any responsibilities.

"...So peaceful...."

"...I couldn't agree more milady."

I opened my eyes immediately when I heard a voice above me. The first thing I saw was beautiful ocean blue eyes. When I straighten my back I ended up hitting my forehead against his nose.

I gasped at my actions when I noticed him back away from my hit. I wince at my embarrassment as I watched him holding his nose that a small blood flows in his gloves.

"I-I I'm so sorry -  it- you-"

His soft golden hair flutters against the soft breeze, glowing against the moonlight behind him.

His ocean blue eyes shimmer as if like glittering gems in the ocean. It would look like taken out from the painting if he wasn't holding his bleeding nose.

"You...have a very a tough head Milady."

As he chuckled as he wiped his nose with his handkerchief. I awkwardly smiled at his comment it is certainly a blow on my etiquette classes I've attended. Though I've mostly sleep through those times I should've have listened more.

"D-Do you want some assistance?"

As I looked at him worriedly, he chuckled as he shakes his head.

"No need milady it is my fault that I suddenly frightened you."

He smiles at me politely yet a hint of gentleness in his eyes as he looks at me. As the soft breeze flutters my hair even then my gaze didn't wandered off. Only stayed on his ocean blue eyes that seems to look through my soul.

Who would have thought this is the beginning that would bring both misery and happiness to my boring life?