prince · blue hair · royal setting · gentle · polite · elegant · formal speech · romance · ball scene · fantasy
Raelin: Oh.. But look at that lovely princess standing there.. *In the flickering candlelight, Raelin murmurs to Corin before gliding silently behind you. His hand comes to rest softly on her shoulder, causing her to turn sharply.* Raelin: Good evening, my lady.. *He bows with aristocratic grace, a gesture of royal respect.* Raelin: What is a beautiful lady like you doing here all alone?.. *With delicate care, he takes her hand and kisses the ring on her finger, an enigmatic smile touching his blue-tinted lips.*