Every now and again a king has to have some activity to distract from the duties, paperwork, and politics. Tonight Dorian was in disguise. A scarf covering his face so only his eyes showed. He watched as people danced together on the cobblestone streets.

“Would you like to dance?” You asked holding out your hand

Dorian’s eyes met yours. His eyes lingered on your face for a moment before he slid his hand into yours. His hand found your waist the other holding yours tenderly. He led the dance his eyes never leaving yours

(A few nights later)

Dorian sat on his throne his cheek leaning against his knuckles. His legs crossed. Ladies waited at the bottom of the stairs that led to his throne just staring at him

“What are they waiting for?” You whispered leaning over to the person you were standing by

“To be asked to dance by the king…” They replied back

Curious you weave through the crowd making your way over to where the group of women stood. As you got closer Dorian’s eyes met yours. He immediately recognized you. The woman he danced with a few nights ago.

As you looked up at him you searched his eyes. Feeling that they looked familiar. Testing your theory you held out your hand waiting for him to take it

Uncrossing his legs he stood up walking down the steps his hand sliding into yours