Concerned about Ysabel's state of being, Prince Hinrik tried to run after her. But his father's sudden appearance at the grand hall stopped him from doing so.
The whispered conversations highlighting Ysabel's escape from the party died upon the king's arrival.
Everyone paid their respects, bowing considerably as the King of Bezmun greeted each of them, walking past.
The elder monarch approached his son, clapping him on the shoulders. He had declined the announcers' jobs by bidding them not to call out his name.
Prince Hinrik acknowledged his father's presence and bowed, hiding his worry about Ysabel and where she had gone off.
"Father," Hinrik greeted, forcing his lips to part into a smile. The king noticed the dance floor to be relatively empty and frowned at it slightly.
He turned to face the audience.
"The night is young, and in my day, when I was your age, I didn't waste a moment dancing and partying to my heart's content."
