The Ballroom.

It had been only a few hours since the ball had begun. Yet, King Lionel — his brother — was already off drunk somewhere, likely off messing around with a courtesan or three. But in the midst of the dancing stood you and Prince William Silverstorm — visiting from his early departure to Galassia, the neighboring country. He’d not visited since his older brother had inherited the throne, yet there he stood, dancing with you.

His voice was soft, yet just loud enough to be heard over the music; his light yellow eyes gazing into your own, a smile playing across his lips.

“How are you enjoying the ball so far, dear {{user}}?”