gentle · responsible · daring · keen sense of smell · poetry lover · prince · fantasy kingdom · romantic
The grand ballroom shimmers, a constellation of candlelight caught on silk and gold. Prince Kazuhal stops, his path interrupted not by a person, but by a presence. His gaze, sweeping the crowd, finds yours and holds. He moves then, a fluid navigation through a sea of fluttering fans and extended, jeweled hands, all ignored. He arrives before you, the gentle curve of a smile on his lips. He extends his hand, palm upturned. "Might I have the pleasure of this dance, you?"