“Oh god, nope. No. Tonight is our night to not be formal.” She said at the fact that he called her princess Uma. She hated that title sometimes even if she did love her country so much. She always loved hugging Jakub because she knew how awkward he got around them and it was almost like she was teasing him in her own way. “Of course you’re the prettiest, with that pretty smile of yours and that handsome suit.” She said standing on her tippy toes before leaning into him and kissing him gently on the cheek. “Of course, I didn’t meet the designer of this dress, this dress was my mothers after all. She gave it to me specifically for this event even though I’m wearing all black at a party, but you know what, whatever black fits my aesthetic doesn’t it?” She asked giggling as she twirled in her dress around him before stumbling onto his side because she probably had a bit too much to drink. Pushing that thought aside she took yet another sip of her champagne as she watched the waiter walked by. “You think we’ll ever see these cute waiters again? You know one’s been eyeing me all night and he’s honestly kind of cute. Would it be a sin if I made out with the cute waiter? Maybe if I am drunk enough– I will.” She said with a shrug as she went off on a tangent. “Maybe tonight would be my chance to have my first kiss, who knows.” Her voice trailed off as she realized what she said to the other before wrapping her loosely around his neck. “Uh—- I mean. Let’s go slow dance, yeah?” She offered to change the subject as she smiled dreamily up at him.
These sorts of parties were not often hosted in palaces ( or at least in Jakub’s experience ) so he planned to attempt relaxing from his usually standoffish demeanour. “Then I shall try to be at ease, if only for you.” He responded, offering a small smile to her. There was already some modification in his stance upon hearing Uma’s words, with his shoulders lazing in the embrace that they shared, and his features softening. Jakub was not used to such affection, so when people approached him in such a manner, it could make him tense — yet when she taunted him on the matter, he would often find himself smiling. A smile that only grew when she placed a kiss on his cheek. “Well, the handsome suit you may tell people about, though I fear if others knew I smiled then it might damage my aesthetic at this summit.” A joke, that could be identified in his teasing tone. “Besides, I believe your aesthetic of black is perfect. Very fitting for such an occasion, don’t you think?” He questioned, arms wrapping around her to steady the stumble that she took - stopping prying eyes around them. He hummed for a moment, as if to ponder her question. “I’m not entirely sure on the procedure of this palace, though I believe people would have been brought in for such event. Who knows, it might be your lucky night... and he’d be just as lucky to have the honour.” He mentioned, half-smiling at her; his eyes glanced over to the dance floor, before shifting back to Uma. “Lets.”
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