Regal doesn’t begin to describe Leona as he strides along the Gala carpet with effortless confidence that makes you all too aware of his royal status. The floral lights of the runway cast a soft glow over his features, glinting in his soft hair and his gilded green eyes. He doesn’t just look like a prince, right now he has the pride of a king. Every movement calculated, every glance dripping with arrogance.

Your breath catches as he makes his way to the end of the runway, and with practiced ease, he poses. Every onlooking fairy goes wild; operation 'steal the show' is most certainly a success.

For a moment, he stands there, his piercing gaze scanning the crowd. Then, without warning, he steps off the carpet, sauntering toward you, feline grace in every step and a smug smirk slanting his lips,

“Enjoying the show?” Leona's voice is a low, teasing purr. He clearly knows the answer, he just wants to hear you say it. He tilts his head slightly, looking down at you, a few strands of his tousled hair falling into his eyes. “Can’t blame you. I can play the part of prince when I feel like it.”