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A rather unsteady beat formed within his caged chest, a heavy gulp forced down imprisoned air that yearned to escape his nervous lungs. With each step his uneasiness receded into his very own shadow figure that was so graciously provided by the giant star that warmed the new found world. The workers were moving in a frenzy, careful to make the appropriate accommodations for such high ranked individuals labeled royalty. One poor soul tripped out of accidental clumsiness, causing deep concern in the prince—Rasler hurried to their side to aid them and their fallen composure.

         ”Careful now, don’t need any injuries my friend.”

The worker had his full attention, grey hued optics carefully examined the woman’s body to ensure they were able to go about their days service in good spirits. A small tap on her shoulder and a radiant smile was all it took to bring them out of their small embarrassment and bring upon happiness. Being focused on the aide before him, his visage past said person had been blurred a bit—until a slight glimmer provoked him. Complete silence was all that fell around the Nabradian heir, foolishly ignoring the many thanks of the person who had recovered from a minor mishap. Had this been the woman he was destined to meet? Her hair was of golden silk just as the fine garments that adorned her small frame. A smile such as glorious as his own; a small shiver had spiraled through his spine in pure amazement.

Walking on past the soldiers whom were supposedly the lead in marching forward for extra security, the prince had never seen such a beauty in all the many years he was so graciously bestowed upon. One deep breath, a long overdue exhale had followed in attempt to remain calm and noble as ever. Bowing after closing the distance, his knee shone in the last stream of light that the sunset had allowed.

        “Alas, we meet..lady Fleuret.” 

{☆} — The Tenebraean ambassador turned towards the attendants lined uniformly behind her, briskly instructing them to tend to the weary visitors that have touched ground on their kingdom’s soil. She carefully watched as they meticulously carried out her instructions with the utmost finesse and efficiency, which resulted in a small smile etched upon her rosy lips at the sense of accomplishment she felt. Everything was going according to the schedule she painstakingly planned and things seemed to be running smoothly as she had hoped. Ready to greet the waiting visitors herself, Stella strode gracefully through the busy crowd until she felt a sudden weakness tug at her lower extremities, causing her to slump on her knees against the ground. Only then had she failed to realize how fatigued she had been from her preparations the days before that she cursed herself for her ineptitude at such a crucial time.

But before she could have a chance to recover from her unfortunate fall, a young man had rushed past the crowd to lend her a much-needed hand to her surprise. “You have my utmost gratitude, kind sir.” The princess responded to the gracious soul that offered her help, shifting to meet his gaze only to find herself staring face-to-face with the Nabradian prince himself. Instantly did she flinch away from him, as if his touch elicited burning sensations against her pale flesh. She regretted having done so, as she had feared her actions might have been seen as offensive towards her fellow royal. But when she beheld the soft expression evident on his comely visage, she felt her cheeks go warm and hastily regained her composure, making sure he did not catch wind of her discomfort.

“Please pardon me for my behavior, Lord Rasler. It is an honor to make your acquaintance in return.”

Stella greeted him respectfully, uneasiness quickly replaced by a gentle smile. “While it pleases me to see you arrive safely from the long journey…” She hesitated for a moment and had considered whether to bring the subject forward. As much as she hated to admit it, her pride had been mildly dented from the minor mishap that had occurred. First impressions were important and she was to be the representing figure for her kingdom. For her to stumble like she did in front of her guests… what did the foreign noble even think of her afterwards?

“– To witness me in such a predicament, I am ashamed.” Stella finishes her confession to the prince, a stifled laugh escaping parted lips so as to hide her embarrassment.