Note: It doesn't really have much to do with the game. I hope the people aren't too OOC.
One Dance
They twirled to some distant beat, to some quiet but warm-sounding violins, to some soft bass pizzicatos. He took the lead role well in the waltz; all nobility was schooled in the art of ballroom dancing. The crisp turns, the graceful maneuvering…all were perfected, strangely enough, under the vigorous training of knighthood. He hadn't danced the waltz for nearly ten years, but with a minute or so of observation and a few seconds of preparation, he danced like a king who had danced in a thousand balls.
She was a sight. It mattered not that she could waltz just as well, though her ability was appreciated. The silver dress was slightly darker than her hair but sparkled more. The flowing sleeves and skirt were trimmed in an embroidered flower pattern. The top of the dress was silky and form-fitting, accentuating her slender physique. Her long hair was piled ornately upon her head. With a bit of jewelry around her bare neck, she looked richer than a queen even though she was surprised at the amount of attention she received upon her entrance. Her plea for help was answered quickly by the blonde knight. He asked her casually to join him in a waltz, and now they still danced.
Were people watching them, stunned by the natural ease the two displayed, the beautiful simplicity in which they danced? He wished it were so. He wanted to know that he reached perfection with her and she reached perfection with him. He wanted to be the perfect fit for her, for this goddess, and though people might think of him as a god too, he did not exude the innocence that she did. She was on a whole different level; she deserved the tallest statues, the most exquisite feasts, the greatest masterpieces. All he could give her was himself.
The song ended too soon. He had only begun to relish her natural perfume, her kind grey eyes, the smooth feel of her dress. He had been too dreamy, thinking of alternate realities where they would have been dancing this same way, under the full moon with little accompaniment. He hadn't even noticed the steady approach of a certain brunette, whose charming smile and reassurances coaxed his partner to another dance to another beat in another part of the room. Single once again, he decided on a break from the spinning and wandered towards the lonely walls of the grand ballroom. They welcomed dreamers.
He wondered if it would have been different. She, the silver-haired goddess who made many men swoon and he, her blonde partner who was equally attractive…would they have been married if they had stayed within the noble ranks? Surely she would find him the only attractive suitor, the only man who wishes for and appreciated strength and honesty in his wife. The brunette peasant, though attractive he may be, would not even be considered. Maybe they would have had children by now.
He sighed. Those were silly thoughts. The past could not be changed. Neither of them would have been content in noble society. It was destiny to serve, to become knights. Too bad destiny did not grant him an easy path of courtship. Throwing in such a charmer who was kind enough, loyal enough, and hard-working enough to be his best friend as a competitor…
He would just need to try harder to win her attention.