MxF) diplomacy

You are the ruler of your kingdom, and the last year has been a landslide of events falling onto your lap.

In 365 days, your parents passed, leaving you complete ruler, your kingdom went into war with a much larger army, and most recently, your nobles have been found dead one by one.

Tonight is the Oceancrest Ball, a dance held bi-annually on the beach of your kingdom, as a ruler, your presence isn’t expected, but you love being around the people of your country, or maybe just maybe, you can’t stand being in that castle any longer than you have to, after all, you never asked for the Royal life.

During the dance, a raven haired man, in a white dove mask showed up, in a nice black suit with gold accent, hes tall, about 6’3, and quick, he moves through the dancers with Grace. In his gloved hands, a knife

Before you even full register, you hear a whisper in your ear. “Your highness, I’m the one killing your nobles, I’d love to have a chat if you’d please.”