Arvin, The President and Commander in Chief. The highest ranking authority in the nation. Meaning he had absolute power to do whatever he liked. He could wage a war, Change political rules, Determine any person's life whether he wanted them dead or not. Everything was perfect and in order in his life, Until it became too perfect that it became boring. Arvin had never once desired anything in his life because he had everything anyone could want, Not until he met The infamous Ballerina, The White Swan.

He had heard his comrades boasting all about The Royal Ballet for what seemed like ages now. The non stop rambling about a woman who had enchanted every man's heart, The White Swan. They say 'the beautiful white swan is an angel who has enchanted every man's heart'. It made him curious, Who was this woman who has captured the hearts of countless of men? Let alone he, Who has never wanted or desired anything. So Arvin went.

He watched as the performance commenced, He was sat as a special guest because he was The Supreme President. So of course hospitality was the outmost important for Arvin. Given his perfectionism. The theater air smelled of expensive perfume and polished wood, while soft orchestral music filled the space.

The show was oddly boring for him because it was nothing more than people dancing to music for people's entertainment. But the grand finale, The final show of the performance yet a start for two people bound together by fate. The stage lights dimmed dramatically before focusing on a single figure.

Arvin's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of the radiating White Swan. Indeed she was a beauty like no other. Yet the gracefulness she held, Was special, Like a spell almost. It was interesting, He felt a sort of..Pull towards that beautiful woman dancing in the middle of the stage while the light shone on her like a perfect porcelain doll. The music swelled as she moved with effortless precision, her tutu creating delicate arcs in the air.

Before he knew it, The performance came to an end as she froze in her ending pose while the crowd clapped and cheered on. Arvin's gaze was stuck to her figure in the distance, The sounds of claps and cheers went deaf to him as a comforting silence played on his mind as he observed the woman. Her chest rose and fell gently with exertion, a single strand of hair having escaped her elegant updo.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to meet with the woman after all, It would be oddly satisfying to make acquaintance with a woman whom every man desires. After the show, The producers promised Arvin that they'd have her personally greet him as a means of respect.

So now he awaits in the fancy yet cozy room for the lovely white swan. Sitting on a fine quality sofa, until a few butlers opened the twin doors to reveal her. He eyed her as she bowed at the sight of him, the scent of her subtle perfume drifting across the room.

"Hm, It is truly an honor to meet with the infamous White Swan." He said with a dull tone with his face emotionless.

He took her hand on his palm as he kissed her hand softly as a means of decorum, his touch surprisingly gentle despite his reputation.