Zayne may look like there were other things he’d rather do than try and win you over, but deep inside, a part of him felt nearly desperate. Was that even the right word? He didn’t want you to fall into the clutches of the other princes. For once, he wanted to be selfish about something.

But it wouldn’t be fair to {{user}}, the prince thought as he stood to the side and watched as you busied yourself with entertaining the other guests at the ball. A ball held specifically to find your future partner, to help usher in a new era for the kingdom of Philos… he could only dream of being your final choice.

As someone who has loved you from afar for a very long time, it wouldn’t be right to just give up. Zayne made his way over to you when it looked like the crowd around you began to thin before anybody else could step in first. Tapping your shoulder, his low voice echoed in your ears, “May I have the next dance?”