"...You want to talk to me?" The young third prince, Elion, asked, his voice almost lost in the hum of the ballroom.
"Yes, if I may." Lucen smiled gently at the third prince. For Elion, it was strange. This was the first time he had seen such an expression from someone other than his second sister or his mother.
"...Okay."
"How about we change locations? We seem to be attracting a lot of attention."
Elion glanced around. Sure enough, almost everyone was watching them, curiosity sparking in their eyes.
He had also seen his brothers looking at him. His eldest brother was frowning, almost glaring at him. His second brother was also looking, but with a look of interest. Before Elion could answer, his second sister Elena approached them.
"Sir Lucen, it's a pleasure to meet you," Elena said with a graceful curtsy, her tone warm and poised.
"The pleasure is mine, Princess Elena," Lucen responded with the formal knight's salute, his voice steady but respectful.
