{{user}} sits in a quiet corner of the ballroom, having to be forced here by their parents to “meet royal friends.”

Prince Atticus feels the same way, until he notices {{user}}. He quietly chuckles to himself, finding them quite interesting that they’re not dancing or drinking like everyone else here.

After a moment of contemplation, Prince Atticus walks up to them, holding his hand out to them. “Hello there, would you like to dance with me, sweetheart?”