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Roman Reigns stood tall with his black tailcoat on and his hair put in a tight bun, looking as elegant as ever, watching the crowd. The people were dancing around and obviously having fun, something that didn't count for him at all. Yes, he was there, but didn't feel as a part of this crowd. He remembered there was a time, when he used to like masked balls. The greatest feeling was before the event – when everybody are excited, trying to look the best way they could and to impress the ones they wanted to…or just to impress the people they'll meet. Roman wondered how can the women plan their dresses and mask days, even months, before the ball. How did they have the energy for that? He sighed. Yes…he used to like masquerades… he used to like the excitement that the event brought with it…he used to like the women there. But now… he was looking at the crowd and…nothing. The women were all the same. Arrogant coquettes with expensive dresses, a lot of makeup and not a bit of an intellect. They weren't interesting for him anymore. Suddenly it turned out that the body desires weren't feeding his soul at all.

"Aren't you going to dance with anyone? " A male voice, asked somewhere from behind him. Roman turned around.

"Oh…hey Seth. Great ball…really, but I'm not in a mood for dancing tonight. "

"But look at all the women… they are all beautiful…You see anyone you like?"

Roman shook his head.

"Alright…suit yourself…I'm going to have fun." Seth smiled and Roman nodded. When he was alone with his thoughts again, he sighed one more time. He noticed that a few women were throwing glances at him, probably hoping he'll ask them for a dance, but he didn't have similar intentions. He decided that he might go out on the balcony to get some fresh air. And that was what he did. He expected to be the only one, who was feeling the need to get away from the big fancy decorated hall, but he was mistaken. There, on the balcony, was a lady, looking straight ahead. She wore simple white dress with a little piece of black embroidery over the skirt and black lace on the upper part of the dress. Part of her dark brown hair was pulled back and the other part fell down in gentle waves a little under her shoulders. Roman could tell she was wearing a mask, probably the same color like the dress, but he couldn't be sure.

"Excuse me, miss…would you mind if I stay for a while?" The woman turned around and Roman found himself face to face with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. If it was up to him, he wouldn't ever stop looking in those eyes… those golden eyes… Although half of her face was hidden behind the mask, he could already tell she was beautiful. She looked up at him and a soft smile spread over her red lips.

"No, not at all. I wouldn't mind some company at all." Roman smiled back and took a place next to her. The both of them fell quiet, looking somewhere over the horizon.

"The sky is beautiful tonight" Roman whispered.

"Yes. Very beautiful. The stars are shining bright, but the moon is even brighter."

"Why aren't you in there? I'm sure there are a lot of men, who would want to dance with you."

"Yeah… but… I don't want to dance with them. If it wasn't for my brother, I wouldn't be here tonight. And I would probably have better time."

"Don't you like masked balls?" Roman asked curious. He didn't expect to hear that from a woman.

"Oh…no...The masquerades are great. Or at least used to be great. The idea of a masked ball is to put a mask on and once in your life to show your real self, isn't it? I mean we never are ourselves… And when you put a mask on, you become anonymous. So you can be yourself without any kind of fears. And look what are these people doing there – dancing, flirting, drinking… Nothing different from what they usually act like."

"Maybe that's their real self." Said Roman.

"It's possible, but I prefer not to believe that. I wouldn't dance with any of the guys there." The lady stated.

"Then dance with me…right here…I'm not there…I'm right here and I'm not wearing any kind of mask right now" Roman said, looking into her eyes. Grey into golden. He reached his hand out for her. She looked at his extended hand and then at his face. She thought for a minute and put her small hand into his. Roman put his other hand on her waist and brought her closer to him. He felt so right. Maybe they looked funny, because she was rather short, even for a woman and he was tall for a man. But it didn't matter. He felt right. After a minute or so the music from the inside stopped. They pulled away from each other.

"I should probably go." She whispered. Roman nodded. "I had a wonderful time. You really made my night" She added and turned to leave.

"Wait…Will you at least tell me your name?" he asked hopeful.

She smiled and answered: "It's Helen, Mr. Reigns. I thought you already knew" the woman turned around and walked out, leaving him out there, alone in the balcony. How was he supposed to know that?

"Helen…" Roman whispered to himself. Like Helen of Troy… the most beautiful woman…her beauty lead to a war…Ah...such beauty and yet...deadly.