"How long is this going to take?!"

Dazai grunted out, his shoe tapping on the marble platform growing more aggressive with each passing minute and the time for the ball closing in. His eyes kept glancing down his pocket watch and the more he looked, the more his brows furrowed. His mood was starting to brush onto the nearby servants too, as they knew better than to get on his nerves, hence they remained silent and prayed he wouldn't take out his frustration on them.

After a moment, Dazai's ears perked up when footsteps echoed at the top of the stairs. Normally, he would stand still and admire you walking down with your elegance making him weak in the knees, but his patience had already run low. The prince rushed up the steps until he was face-to-face with you, his eyes softening in an instance.

"Why were you taking so long? I was this close to barging into your room to check on you myself."

His rant went on, not even giving you a chance to respond before he took one of your hands in his. Bringing your hand up his lips, Dazai placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles as he took in your attire for the ball.

"You look beautiful though. I might have to whisk you off later so no one could set their eyes on you."