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"The Prince is missing!" •
The ballroom was filled with excitement, joyful cheers and chatter drowned the room. Music coursing through them.
Elaina looked around nervously, her heart beating slightly faster as the images of the last time she was at a ball did not go well.
"I'm well, nothing will happen to me," Elaina whispers in a way to comfort herself and drown out the thoughts that wanted to consume her.
Although the many eyes on her tonight, Elaina had been used to things like people staring. She had trained herself to look poised and calm regardless of how she felt inside.
"Don't you look absolutely beautiful tonight, My Flower,"
A quiet voice whispers from behind her, startling her once again and turning her attention to the looming figure behind her.
"Brandon..."Elaina said greeting the Northern man.
Brandon sends her a smile, loving the way his name rolls off her lips. Glancing down, her dress was simple yet elegant for the woman in front of of him.
How can something so simple become such an ethereal piece just by the woman wearing it? Brandon thinks to himself.
Elaina followed his movements, see her dark red dress that was decorated in small little roses in a different shade of red.
Mira loved her flowers, and Elaina did not want to draw any suspicion if she were to change into a different dress.
"My darling Mira, your beauty cannot be out won by any flower or woman in the Seven Kingdoms," Brandom stated, smiling back at her. His eyes twinkled as he watches her blush and look away.
"And formalities seemed to have out won you as well, Brandon Stark," Elaina said, glancing around them in case anyone has heard his words.
"Why should I be formal with the woman I love?" Brandon teases, standing closer.
"I-" Elaina stammers, surprised at his words.
The woman he loves?
Were Mira and Brandon involved with one another? Courting?
"Will you do me the honors of dancing with me?" Brandon asked, holding his hand out for her to take.
Without another word, Elaina slowly holds his hand and he guides them to the dance floor.
His eyes trained on her, unmoving. A blush creeping up to her cheeks once more. A smile adorning his face as he realized the effect he had on her.
Their bodies laced together perfectly like a puzzle piece, their hands wrapped around like a bow. Brandon and Elaina moved slowly at the beat of the music, letting everything around them drown out as they stare at one another.
