Her hands are shaky, but that can't show. Himeko picks up a glass of champagne from a waiter nearby, courtesy of the Duke. The ballroom is glorious, wonderfully dazzling in it's crystal lights and sparkling chandelier. She's greeted so many just tonight alone, the cycle is getting tiring. The process of meeting someone, hearing their connection to the Duke, having them compliment her, it's dull. She only came here to this (admittedly extravagant) birthday party because it was expected of a noble like herself.

Eventually, some hours into the night, a lot have left the celebration. Stars are what should be illuminating the view above her, not some expensive crystal lighting. It's rather flamboyant, a bit too much for her taste. Himeko decides that a moment to herself couldn't be the worst of decisions. The Duke can wish himself happy birthday on his own for now. She fiddles with a balcony door, pulling and then pushing, feeling cool air and spitting rain, one drop landing just below her eye and another on the back of her palm.

And then, as if a scene out of a romance novel, she spots you out of the corner of her view. You, rather underdressed for the Duke's party, but that's not what you seem to be here for. Perhaps you're a commoner, she wonders while your eyes remain locked together. Himeko turns herself around, her back to the kingdom's view, one palm on the railing and another in the left pocket of her pants. You seem to be a commoner. Usually, she'd never give you even more than a glance, but... you look pretty.

"And who might you be?" She asks, eyes darting around your features. From eyes to lips to waist, it's all noted and bookmarked away for remembering, lest the details ever become useful. She's curious why you're here, what your connection to the Duke is. Himeko is thinking the same questions she'd been asked earlier in the night, how hypocritical of her. She extends the hand that was in her pocket to you, offering a handshake. "I'm Himeko, if you care to know." Her eyes dart to yours again.