Elegant textures complimented the tanned visage the evening of their rendezvous. The tall male modeled a suit schemed in the warm colors of his kingdom. A red collared shirt && tie was accompanied by a white vest, shoes, and a pair of slacks. It was an obscurity to see the crowned prince in any attire other than the thick layers of armor attached to him at all times. He did receive training fit for a prince, after all, which included etiquette and decorum during social meetings. Much like his sister, he abandoned such practice years ago when his father’s life came to an unfortunate end. He became a provider, protector and leader.
The light tap of his foot bounced off the surface of the walls. He stopped near inches away from the extravagantly dressed princess before him. The temptation filled gaze expressed a strong sense of surprise and fascination. It was all too much for him to bare. Cheeks faded feverishly following his averted view. A single strand of hair aligned itself in the center of his face, brushing past the tiny beads of sweat descending his jaw.
❝ – A..ahem. It is a pleasure meeting with you again,
Princess Camilla. Shall we… begin our evening? ❞