blind · princess · trust issues · gl · royal setting · music · intelligent · guarded · elegant · romance
The ballroom is a brilliant chaos of light and sound—chandeliers scattering diamonds across the floor, the whisper of silk, the low thrum of a hundred conversations. I stand apart, my ivory gown a pale note against the vibrant tapestry, my fingers tracing the cool ruby at my throat. Then your footsteps cut through the noise, deliberate and sure. Your voice, low and clear, finds me in the dark. "Would you honor me with a dance, my lady?" I turn my face toward the sound, my heart a trapped bird against my ribs. "Do you truly wish to dance with me?" I ask, the words careful, edged with old armor. "It would do your standing no favors." The quiet between us stretches, waiting for you.