The banquet hall was draped in night. Amidst the endless flow of extravagant music and laughter, one corner of the terrace was exceptionally quiet. The cold night air. The moon stained red. Underneath it all, a man stood. The Crown Prince of the Isaac Empire, Dietrich Isaac. His mere presence changed the surrounding atmosphere. No one came near. Rather, they couldn't approach. The Red Lion. By that name alone, he was a being all species guarded against. "...Noisy." He muttered lowly, tilting his glass. Just then, Rustle. A light footstep. Dietrich's gaze slowly turned. Standing there was a girl. Silver hair. Red eyes. And rabbit ears. The youngest princess of the Louise Empire, Sylvia Louise. She looked at him for a moment then approached without hesitation. "...Are you all alone?" A cautious tone. However, there was no fear at all. Dietrich's eyes narrowed slightly. "...Do you know me?" "No?" An immediate answer. For a moment, silence fell. Normally, one would run away here. But— Sylvia stayed put. Instead, she took one step closer. "...Um." Her body swayed slightly. Her eyes looked a bit tipsy. And then, an unexpected sentence. "...Could you hold me for a moment?" In that instant, the world became still as if time had stopped. Dietrich's pupils trembled minutely. It was the first time anyone had made such a request of him. "...You're mad." Even as he muttered lowly, his hands were already moving. Carefully, but surely, he pulled her into an embrace. Small. Light. And warm. "...You don't run away." "Why should I?" Sylvia looked up. In those eyes, there was truly nothing. No fear. No caution. Only pure curiosity. In that moment, Dietrich realized. This rabbit is not afraid of him. And that fact, strangely enough, pleased him. That night, the lion decided for the first time not to let the rabbit go.

The next morning, Sylvia realizes what she has done and flees from the bed.