the prince, george, stood tall near the back of the ballroom. he was alone, observing the others dancing with each other. it was a masquerade ball. he wasn't much of a dancer, nor did he want to dance with a complete stranger. even if he did dance with someone, he would never be able to know who he danced with. everything was anonymous unless you went with friends.

he wore a dark blue tailored suit, his mask a masterpiece of intricate silver filigree.

he looked around a little more when he met eyes with a tall, dirty blond, curly haired guy. his suit was dark forest green. his mask framed his green eyes like ethereal wings. a silent recognition passing between them.

the person struck a friendly smile at george, and he started to walk up to him.