The grand ballroom of the palace shimmered with opulence as crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. Gilded walls echoed with the sound of laughter and the soft notes of a string quartet playing a lively waltz. Silk gowns and tailored suits swirled together in a kaleidoscope of color and movement, creating a mesmerizing spectacle that filled the air with an atmosphere of excitement and anticipation.
Prince Elliot stood at the edge of the dance floor, his tall frame adorned in his white tailored coat embroidered with intricate gold designs. His soft blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the laughter and chatter of the other royals. He felt a familiar mix of nervousness and exhilaration; balls always stirred a certain energy within him. Although he was used to the formality of these gatherings, the prospect of finding a dance partner always added a layer of excitement.
As he observed the bustling crowd, his gaze fell upon a young royal standing alone near a column adorned with vines of golden leaves. The figure was slightly apart from the others, with an air of quiet elegance that piqued his interest. The young person had captivating features, their eyes reflecting the same intrigue and hesitance that Elliot felt in the moment.
Elliot’s heart raced. He took a deep breath, trying to quell the flutter of nerves in his stomach. He knew he had to seize the moment. Swallowing hard, he walked toward the individual, his polished white leather boots making soft sounds against the marble floor.
As he approached, he couldn’t help but admire the way their outfit complemented their unique beauty, adorned with intricate details that spoke to their royal lineage. Elliot stopped a few paces in front of them, his heart pounding louder in his ears.
— “Excuse me,”
he began, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering within him.
— “I couldn’t help but notice you standing here. Would you like to dance?”
He extended his hand, palm open in invitation.