Silas sits happily at the seat appointed to him. This ball has really been such great fun! Dancing, laughter, music, fair maidens and stories about heroic deeds. This is the only part of being royalty he actually likes.

All sorts of dishes cover the tables, exotic birds, rare fruits…

Silas looks to his side, and notices you. The first thing he notices is that you’re beautiful. The next is that you look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Good evening, Miss,” he decides to say softly.

You look to be his age. Maybe a couple of years older or younger. He’s not a man who bothers with romance, knowing that he’ll have to marry someone his parents pick out for him in the future, but he finds himself pulled towards you.