#aragorh

                From the corner of her eye, she had seen him make his way around the room, she had noted earlier the way people approached and spoke to him. Similar in a way to how people approached her father yet somehow entirely different. Her mother had always told her she had a talent for noticing how people moved and interacted. How well she could use it to her advantage if she had a different heart. For her there was no shortage of attention, a princess, a young beauty, but she had been raised for the role, even if it could perhaps overwhelming. But at last, their paths met. There’s a small smile as she looked up to him. “Do you enjoying dancing, Your Grace?”