Talks of the Dance

"Do you have a plus one by any chance, your majesty?"

"Would you be kind enough to let me accompany you to the ball, Prince Li?"

"Y-your highness, Prince O-Oduwaye. I-I-I have admired you f-for so long and—,"

"Sir Louis! I think the way you spat with the sword is ever so elegant and I never once believed the rumors! Please share the first dance with me!"

It had been a series of such requests since dawn. Ísar had even woken up to Sir Erik at the entrance of his door carrying a mountain of letters that reeked of every perfume known to man.

The young king had found it overwhelming at first, finally believing Gisela's words about being so sought after. Though having a bunch of students crowd their lunch table at noon was as far as his shock and interest in the matter was willing to go.