Prompt: Valacar/Vidumavi. ;)
The haughty prince of Gondor.
What would he seek in me? I wonder. Men of Gondor area haughty and seldom befriend people such as me. I am much younger than he is and hardly a woman to count on in politics no matter how wise some seem to think I am. But there he stands, looking at me, though all else in the halls are dancing and merrymaking. At last I walk up to him myself.
"Good evening," I say. "Although you are not dancing, I hope you enjoy the festivities that my father has organised for tonight."
"I enjoy them very much," he replies, "But I do not know these songs and how to dance to them. They are all too quick for me, although I do enjoy listening to them since they are so different from the songs in my own country."
I nod shortly. I am pleased to hear that at least he does not look down on our traditions. No diplomat, such as he is, should, but many still do.
"You are Vidumavi daughter of Vidugavia?" he asks, although he undoubtedly already knows it to be true, as long as he has already ben living here.
"Yes, and you are Valacar, a prince from the South."
He nods. "That I am. But say, as you are from these lands, you could teach me how to dance to these songs. Would you do that?"
Surprised, I have to think four a moment. "I am hardly the best teacher to be found here tonight, but I shall try," I reply at last and offer him my hand, which he takes gently into his own as a gentleman should. "I am happy to see that you are open towards new customs," I say, now starting to enjoy the idea of getting to dance with someone else as well.
"Of course," he says. "And to be taught by a local princess makes it worth it." I hold back a laugh. Truly, he is not as boring as I had always feared he would be.