Nicholas had a brooding look on his face.
"Are you, really?" He questioned carefully, his piercing gaze seeing right through her.
Sophia gulped nervously. She kept quiet.
As if to make things worse, a love ballad played, filling the air with passion and mystique as couples began pairing up to waltz. Sophia cursed under her breath. What horrible timing.
Nicholas, in an attempt to lighten the mood - and let the other girls take a hint as to not ask him if he'd like to waltz with them, which he certainly did not nor would he ever - he extended his arm, before asking her if she'd like to dance.
To Sophia, it was a sweet gesture, and truth be told, he didn't do it solely to steer clear of the pests that were the countless girls trying to score a seat on the throne, or gain the title of princess consort whilst at it.
Sophia stared blankly at the extended arm, more so, the offer itself.
