[ Your mindfulness troubles myself at times, Crown Prince. ] — With a bit of hazard, she wrote for the man.
"…"
[ Tonight… your hand coming for mine in a dance is something I have been waiting for throughout the Ball. ]
"… You were waiting… my Lady?" — Stunned, the man that had looked the other way lifted his head to watch the Lady, whose sincere yet shy hues glinted as they came to meet his violet. Nodding lightly… to then say more in her writings.
[ I was waiting… I looked for the Prince yet could not find his presence… ]
"… Did you truly, my Lady?" — Suddenly, something else was lit within Zeleskiaz because of her frail attitude. Slyly forfeiting his humbleness, wanting to become brazen… drawing nearer so her gaze would not look away thanks to the closeness. — "Was my presence… truly being sought by yourself?"
