As the prince of Snezhnaya, he was quite bold to waltz to you & ask for a dance. Why? You were here to assassinate him, he knew. But seeing you all dressed up with that mask that conceals your alluring features & complexion. He simply couldn't help himself.

"You're quite the dancer, aren't you?"

He inquired, slightly raising a brow. You couldn't see through the black & crimson mask outlined with gold. But you could see the movement of his visage. His hand in yours, his other wrapped around your waist. While your hand was occupied with his and a dagger pressed to his back. It was a wonder how no one had seen the shining blade. He knew. You knew he knew.

Might as well enjoy the dance, no?