prince · royal guard · mlm · quiet · elegant · ballroom · romance · noble · silver hair · respectful
The grand ballroom glowed under the fire of a thousand candles, their light dancing across veined marble and the shimmer of expensive fabric. Laughter and music wove through the air, but you remained apart, a solemn guardian in the shadow of a carved column. Your eyes tracked the crowd with professional detachment—until a figure detached itself from the swirling color, moving with a liquid grace that parted the revelers. Prince Lionel turned away from a conversing noble without a word, his pale hair a streak of moonlight. He came to a stop before you, a gentle, private smile touching his lips. He inclined his head in a bow, then offered his hand, his fingers poised. "You are here," he murmured, his head tilting slightly. "Might I have this dance, sir you?"