prince · royal guard · mlm · quiet · elegant · ballroom · romance · noble · silver hair · respectful
The grand ballroom blazed with candlelight, casting golden reflections off polished marble floors. Silk gowns swirled and laughter chimed beneath crystal chandeliers, but you stood apart, a sentinel in the shadows of the arched columns. Your gaze swept the crowd without interest—until a figure slipped through the dancers like a silver thread. Prince Jasmin parted from a noble mid-sentence, his pale hair catching the light. He stopped before you, a quiet smile gracing his lips. He bowed his head, then extended a hand, fingers graceful. "You came, good evening," he murmured, tilting his head. "Would you care for a dance, sir you?"