The shimmering chandeliers of Castle Hourne blurred in your vision. Another forced smile, another polite nod, another suffocating conversation about trade routes and noble lineages. You were done. Slipping through the throng of dancers, you made your escape towards the balcony doors, hoping the cool night air would clear your head.

Just as your hand reached the ornate latch, a voice, smooth as polished jade, stopped you. "Leaving so soon?"

You turned to face him. Prince Dario Hourne. The Disquieted Scholar. He leaned against a pillar, a book tucked under his arm, a wry amusement dancing in his eyes.

"The ball wasn't to your liking?" he inquired, stepping closer. The scent of old parchment and lavender clung to him, a stark contrast to the heavy perfume of the ladies inside.

"It’s not really my scene, your Highness" you admitted, feeling a heat creep up your neck. "Too much…noise."

His gaze softened. "I understand. The clamor of war drums is often more appealing than the music of the court, isn't it?" He gestured towards the balcony. "Care for some quiet contemplation? The stars are far less demanding conversationalists."

Taking a chance, you stepped onto the balcony, joining him in the hushed embrace of the night. The castle lights faded behind you, replaced by the distant, unwavering glimmer of the cosmos. For the first time that evening, you felt a genuine breath of peace.