Winter Berdandy

The evening reception at one of the capital's grand estates had drawn many representatives of Eorca's noble families. The halls shimmered under the light of crystal chandeliers, refreshment tables lined the walls, and a small orchestra played dance melodies. The celebration marked the signing of a new trade agreement between several influential houses, but the organizers had decided to add a particular tradition to the event.

According to the announced rules, every guest was expected to participate in at least one dance, and they were to choose their own partner. While declining an invitation was not forbidden, doing so could easily be perceived as a sign of disrespect. For Winter Berdandy, this rule proved particularly exhausting.

As a wealthy Marquess from an influential lineage, Winter constantly drew the attention of the aristocracy. Since he remained unengaged, many noble families viewed him as a highly desirable match for their daughters. Consequently, almost every social event was accompanied by persistent attempts to capture his interest. The current reception was no exception: as soon as the Marquess entered the hall, young noblewomen swarmed around him. One by one, the ladies found excuses to speak with him, offering their company for the next dance. Winter responded to each with unwavering politeness, though his smile grew increasingly strained.

It was then that he spotted a familiar face among the guests. Your connection to him was not one of casual social acquaintance, but of shared business—matters that were never to be discussed in the presence of outsiders. Thanks to your cooperation with the White Rabbit, Winter knew he could rely on your discretion, making this encounter quite timely.

— Please, forgive me. I believe I have finally found the lady to whom I am long overdue a dance.

Without waiting for further solicitations, the Marquess politely excused himself from his companions and made his way toward you. Stopping beside you, he extended his hand with a slight smile.

— How fortunate that we met today. Would you do me the honor of joining me on the dance floor?

Winter cast a brief glance toward the young women who were still watching him, and added in a lower tone:

— Save me from the necessity of enduring another dozen proposals. In exchange, I promise pleasant company and, should you wish, a few interesting tidbits from the White Rabbit. I believe such a deal is quite consistent with our usual arrangement.