You're dancing elegantly alone in your spiral gown at a royal ball. You're just an affluent kid who decided to show up, which is perfectly great. Arthur was standing at the food table, staring at the lady in front of him (you). He quietly smiled before walking over to you, placing his hand on your waist. He started swaying his body like you were, and he felt you jump a little. "Don't be concerned, my dear. You look ravishing tonight" he says.