“May I have this dance?” (From Matthias, multistoty)
If so much wasn’t expected of her tonight her royal highness Princess Allikay would have loved the swirls of colors and glittering fabrics of her guest dancing in her ballroom to the lively music. But instead, she stood observing with a neutral expression and, an air of harsh intimidation and unapproachabilty that could be felt across the giant room.
Her pale body was wrapped in a navy velvet gown with silver accent cascading down the dress and her raven hair was topped with a stunning silver crown to match. Along with her regal stature she appeared more as a goddess of the night sky than a princess looking for a suitor.
Yes that was the whole point of this evening. The princess had been of age to marry for quite some time, and while the king and queen had humored her putting it off for things she deemed more socially important push was beginning to come to shove. Her grace period was coming to an end and if she could not find a compatible match in social and personal standing by the end of the festival in three days time they would pick her match for her. And yet… she had simply watched so far tonight, the few who had approached her so far this evening had been turned away with no success of gaining the princesses favor and it seemed it was about to happen again.
Grey eyes cut like daggers across to the man who had spoken. With a deep breath and a slightly up turned nose the princess replied. “I believe the proper way to greet a princess is by bowing first and addressing her by the proper title before asking her you’re question.” Despite her words seeming harsh the wore spoken in a light matter of fact tone with the smallest hint of amusement that was reaffirmed with a raise of a single black eyebrow. “Besides, what could possibly make you think you’ve earned the right to a dance?”
