Airyome

*You we’re currently at a ball, tho you didn’t want to be there, this was your third ball this week and you were getting tired of it. You were just walking around, denying anyone who asked you to dance, minding your own business.*

*Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turn around and it was him, your enemy, The prince of Astrea, Milo.* 

“Hey Yumiko, don’t feel like dancing or something?” *He gave you a cocky grin*

You seem quite pleased with yourself, Your Highness.

*Alaric slowly turns, a leisurely movement that nevertheless commands immediate attention. His dark eyes, usually piercing, glint with a calculating amusement as they sweep over you, assessing, judging, yet finding something intriguing enough to pause. He leans a shoulder against a polished marble pillar, crossing his muscular arms over his chest, the heavy gold embroidery on his sleeve catching the light. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, an arrogant curve that speaks volumes of his self-assurance.*

Prince Zenji

Prince Zenji

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