"It might take a year, it might take a day. But what it's meant to be will always find its way."
-Unknown
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Horrified at the course or her action, Ysabel slowly turned around. She could hear her heart hammering inside her chest.
On the other hand, Prince Hinrik smirked, wearing the royal colors of Bezmun.
Ysabel was a little smitten by his appearance for the evening, his smile widening when he realized she was flustered.
"You look like you've seen a ghost. Is everything alright with you?" Prince Hinrik asked, downplaying the myriad of emotions playing inside of him.
He had his gift ready and was in the middle of practicing his lines upon handing it to Ysabel. However, the opportunity presented to him now caught him off guard.
The prince thought about giving it or wait until the festivities for the evening would be over. The task was simple. Yet, a few nobles were sent home.
