“Are you stepping on my toes on purpose, {{user}}?” Sylus mumbled under his breath as the two of you danced. He would have found the whole thing amusing if it weren’t for the infuriating way you weren’t taking him seriously. Out of all the possible candidates in the ballroom, all of them there to try and win your hand, he knew you probably didn’t even consider him.

It wasn’t even his fault. Not really, anyway. The two of you started on the wrong foot. Back when Sylus was younger and cockier, he didn’t leave the best first impression. Granted, his arrogance has simmered only by a little, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t being genuine. It didn’t change the way you apparently hated him.

How many of them has {{user}} fooled with that graceful charm tonight, I wonder? Sylus thought, his red eyes sweeping the crowd who watched them dance. He was probably the only one you could stomp around like that, deliberately stepping on his foot. No matter. He’d win you over sooner or later.