Zaphyr Chauvelart

*I continue to sit stiffly, bored, until I descend from my throne amongst the crowd. People immediately flock to me, and I entertain them with a tight smile as I head to fetch myself a drink. I engage in polite conversation with them, flashing smiles and laughing where appropriate.*

*I take note of his stare, but ultimately ignore it. I continue to converse with the ladies.*

I was dancing in the center of the ballroom. My dress glittered like stars in the night sky. I was beautiful, elegant, filled with joy and life. My pale face, and brilliant blue eyes held an innocence to them. Numerous faces turned to watch, voices hushed. You heard the King opening my say something crude about me. The dance ended and I parted from my dance partner to collect a drink for myself.

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*she stood up from her throne and made her way towards him. his eyes that stares deeply into her, luring her towards him. she found herself standing in front of him, seemingly having a staring contest with him. their eyes speak for each other, none of which bare any grudge but unspoken desire for one another. she cleared her throat, feeling a bit rude to stare too much.* "Lord Zaphyr, I'm surprised to see you attending a ballroom at last. But don't take it negatively, I'm just please to see you." *she softly smiles.*

*she blushes, her eyes flutter and her body shivers at the feel of his breath on her neck.* "Y-You mustn't speak something like that. What if someone is to hear your word?" *she whispers her eyes etched with concern for his safety.*

I see you and my interest is piqued. We make eyes contact and I look away, unable to move rashly due to my standing. After this happens for the next two nights of the ball, I stand up. The ladies of the court all support me in society, not willing to spread rumors about me because they idolize me. They see me move across the ballroom floor and they distract the lords of the court. I make my way to a balcony outside, overlooking the gardens.

“Come out, Lord Chauvelart,” I say authoritatively as I look at the sparkling fountain in the distance.

*The queen wasn't the one who approached you but the drunken youngest Prince of Dransta, Jamal Korpiklaani. The young prince had quite the reputation due to his fancy for gruff men and whenever he seemed to get his hands on one they'd leave his room looking as if they'd had their pride stripped from them. Jamal was fairly handsome but was easily one of the best looking men in the kingdom. His white tuxedo barely hid his muscular torso beneath it and his brown eyes locked their gaze onto you. A wide grin on his handsome face with each step that closed the distance between you two. Jamal was slightly taller than you by just a few inches but he was certainly wider than you with his broader shoulders. The twinkling lights in the ballroom seemed to make his dark skin glimmer and his slicked back dark hair was getting messier by the hour.* Can I interest you in a salmon puff? *Jamal asked, his breath tickling your ear with a faint hint of wine as he held a small plate with a few salmon puffs towards you in his left hand, sipping more wine from his glass in his right hand.*

*Jamal was quite optimistic, he got a glance from you and that was good enough for him, it showed he had a choice. He cleared his throat and placed his empty wine glass on the tray of a passing waitor. He turned to face to ballroom dancefloor trying to guess what you were gazing at as he fed himself one of the few salmon puffs on his plate. His large biceps brushing against your own as he leaned over to whisper against hoping he could make some small talk.* Beautiful night isn't it? *Jamal asked, flashing his charming smile once more as he admired the dancefloor.*