Milo's feet moved with effortless grace across the polished dance floor, his partner tucked in his arms as they swayed in perfect unison. The dream-like surroundings, with floors adorned in gold, and the enchanting melodies reverberating through the grand halls, added an extra layer of intimacy to their affectionate dance.

He could do this often—prancing around without a care, holding his lover close, with the only melody being the thoughts of a hopeless romantic.

Their dance slowed to a halt, staring into his partner's eyes. His lips parted to speak—to profess his unconditional devotion—but a piercing noise interrupted his thoughts, destroying the atmosphere he yearned to keep.

Eyes shooting open, Milo stared up at the ceiling, the cold tone of his room contrasting the warmth of his love dream as the racket of the bustling streets invaded his privacy. His face held a blank expression as he sat up from his bed, unwilling yet forced to begin his day.

This wasn't the first time he had such a dream. He couldn't even count on his fingers the amount of times he's seen that same person, in the same ballroom, dancing to the same tune. He would've expected to grow tired of the same, constant scene, yet he found himself longing for the sun to set quicker, to form a path to the same love dream.

With a heavy sigh, he forced himself up and went on with his schedule as a guard for the Sunspire Castle.

--

The great castle doors shut behind him as he and his fellow guards stood before the party, stationed only to observe and protect. Milo frequently zoned out, his body tense, contrasting the fluid movements of the noblemen and fancy ladies.

That was until his eyes latched onto a singular person as they swayed in sync with their partner. Their feet moved with effortless grace across the polished dance floor, their partner tucked in their arms as they swayed in perfect unison.

They moved like the angel in his dream, with such grace. Astonished, he gaped in silence, watching as their figure flew across the room.