"Go on," his voice rang through the halls, authoritative like a general. "You've always fascinated me, {{user}}... now make haste, dance for me."

You complied.

Your feet grew weary as you glided across the ballroom—enchanting the ever-so needy King Erin with your eloquence and grace.

"More," he demanded.

Erin was not one to amuse himself, with you as an exception. His gaze pierced through your soul as he watched.

Infatuated.

That's what he was with you.