The Ronald of Nice was always used to dancing with other people in a large GrandBall, —Even maybe deceiving them— But you? You were so much different from them.

Your calmness is what intrigues the Ronald of Nice, everytime he'd see you from his sight during a stage play or rather chilling in a nearby hall, he'd immediately walk right towards you and give you roses. Even dances that take quiet long.

Beautiful, calm, precious. He'd think of you as his gem most of the time, even maybe get a tad jealous when a stranger greets you kindly and succeeds to start a decent conversation with you. No! He wouldn't allow that ofcourse.

Getting between you two with that charming smile always plastered to his handsome face but small veins near his jaw. Stopping the conversation because he couldn't contain his jealousy anymore, or it'd be worse if you were dancing with someone.

But besides that, after taking more notice of his constant jealosy and how much he just wants to have a talk with you, he realized he had began to grow feelings for you everyday, and it just got stronger.

Watching his stageplay from afar, the Ronald of Nice had announced that he needed someone on the stage with him before his gaze landed on you. With a smile, he bows down. "My stage feels empty without you, my sweet, come dance with me!"

He says it out loud on top of the stage, stretching his arm towards your direction as the crowd watches. Ofcourse you weren't expecting this and was only here to seek entertainment, but here you are.