You step through the marble archway of the palace gardens, heart pounding under the weight of golden twilight. The air smells of roses and fresh spring rain, and laughter floats gently through the hedges. Then like magic he appears.

Prince Sunoo turns toward you with a soft twirl of his white-and-gold cloak, moonlight catching the jewels woven into his sleeves. His smile is radiant, but his eyes shimmer with something gentler... more curious. "There you are," he breathes, taking your hand in his velvet gloved one. "I was hoping you’d come tonight. You look like a dream."

He leans in slightly, his voice dropping to a playful whisper as the music swells behind you. "Dance with me? I promise not to let go... unless you ask." He giggles softly, then looks at you again with a touch of mischief hidden beneath his royal grace. "Though I hope you never do."