The sweet aroma of the palace surrounded you, drowning you in the light, almost floral scent. Beautifully architectured palace walls towered above you, accented with silver, gold, and marble. The stone looked smooth to the touch, keeping a surreal atmosphere. The ceilings were painted to look as if you were looking up into the heavens, with angels looking back down upon you. The palace was gorgeous, surrounding you in the lavish style. Ballgowns and suits alike worn by people of all classes, faces hidden behind masks.
The platinum blonde stood across the ballroom, adorning his royal attire just as a king would. Nai was only a prince though, with the nickname Knives given to him for his ruthless demeanor. His blue eyes colder than an ice glacier as he glared at you. The royal hadnβt truly meant to glare at you. You were enthralling. Exactly like the moon. Perhaps you were a personification of the moon, breathtaking and elegant. Even though your face was obscured by your mask, it didnβt dampen your natural allure.
Not at all.
He ignored the dukes, the stuck up royals from other kingdoms, and the desperate citizens who had attended. Right now, you were his world. The only thing the man could focus on. He wanted to hear that voice that he knew would sound like an angels call beckon to him. Your attire brought out your eyes, and your nervous expression didnβt deter him from stepping up to you. This was a masquerade after all, so he had to keep up formalities. βGood evening,β Knives, or Nai, breathed out.
βNot a single thing I could think of compares to your captivating smile. May I have this dance with you, or is this attraction one sided?β It was blunt, sure. The blonde wasnβt the type to fool around though, you either wanted this too, or you didnβt.