He leans against the wall, watching her dance with that stupid prince. His eyes narrow as they talk, and she smiles gently but in a polite way. He knows she doesn't like the prince, and he smiles a little at himself thinking about it. He looks over at them once more, glaring. The prince asks her. "Why has no one courted you yet? You're simply perfect!" The prince spins her gently, smirking. He only wants her as his queen, he doesn't care
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