[center][color=FF4193][h1]Isobel Martinez[/h1] [/color]and [h1][color=Sandybrown]Casimir Antik D'strad[/color][/h1]
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Isobel wasn't expecting much of a reply from the prince before her, perhaps an acknowledgement of her appreciation before turning his attention back to the beautiful women before him, perhaps that was why the dramatised bow was a slight shock to her. Perhaps it was a custom. They were all royals here, she supposed, all expected to show the label of nobility they wear and the pride of there kingdom. Isobel couldn't help, however, but stand stiff as Casimir brushed his lips on her hand. As well as the abnormality of it to Isobel she would have thought he'd already be focusing on the princess' his attention was on. Regardless, he was smooth, she would give him that.

At the mention of getting something to eat, Isobel's face enlightened a slight bit more, in the hustle and bustle of the morning between those butterflies unceasing in their banging inside of her she had forgotten to have breakfast despite a morning mug of tea and it was starting to hit her. The spread that the tables contained [i]did[/i] look good. Anyway, she was meant to be mingling, right? Well, really she was meant to be getting to know and wed her betrothed but there can't be anything wrong with creating ties with the other royals, right? She was often too busy to do this sort of thing anyway, might as well get to it while she had the chance. Either way, it was better than standing alone in the corner again with only the brunette enlisted to serve her. Having a handmaiden still didn't sit perfectly right with Isobel. She decided to think of Ziria as a companion, yes. A friend of sorts, even if that's not what the servant saw. Straying from those thoughts she accepted Casimir's offer with a [color=FF4193]"Sure, I haven't eaten yet today, I think my stomach will start a riot if I don't soon,"[/color] she chuckles, feeling her language was too modern for the way the prince was speaking, perhaps she was speaking at the wrong level for something so formal. Ugh. Why did this 'being surrounded by future rulers' thing have to be so [i]hard[/i]. Or seem so at least.

Walking to the table of food Mai Mei remained with Casimir. Isobel stayed a few steps behind, attempting not to eavesdrop, remaining quite successful, but being nearby she was able to pick up some of the conversation. By the time they reached the table Isobel found herself next to the prince, which wasn't a bad thing as he went on to address her, piling his plate high.  He wasn't going to eat all that food, was he? Sure, Isobel ate quite a startling amount, especially when her size was taken into consideration, however, to eat that much just wasn't natural, even for a boy of his height and definitely not for his physique. What was more impressive, however, was his failure to drop the plate in his hand despite his many movements.


[color=sandybrown]"It is my pleasure... Princess Isobel."[/color] Isobel looked over the young royal, giving him a  smile as he continues  [color=sandybrown]"I take comfort that my gift pleases the representative of Trèlins. You look..."[/color] She was about to cut in, clarifying on her thoughts of the gift but Casimir cleared his throat and straightened before saying [color=sandybrown]"You look radiant, Princess."[/color]

The previous words taken out of her mouth Isobel looked at Casimir slightly dumbfounded as she tried to process what he said and ensure her mind wasn't playing tricks on her. A slight blush rises to her cheek. [color=FF4193]"Oh... thanks Prince Casimir... you're looking  quite handsome yourself,"[/color] she replies, nowhere near as smoothly as the prince in front of her. Casimir smiled in return as he took his place over to a small standing table and set it down. He turned back towards her after taking one of the morsels from his plate and eating it quickly, a small moan of approval at the flavor before he offered her his hand. 

[color=sandybrown]"Do you dance, Princess?"[/color] He asked her with a smile, looking into her eyes with subdued, but excited glaze to his own.

Isobel followed Casimir to the small standing table, placing her plate, which held significantly less food than the young prince's, on the table also. She was unable to help herself but chuckle softly at his moan of approval. Before she could start eating, however, he had already gotten onto asking questions.

[color=FF4193]"A bit, I suppose. Not very well but I haven't had to call any parametics in as a result yet so that's always a good sign,"[/color] she chuckles, popping a sweet into her mouth, [color=FF4193]"And what about you Prince Casimir, are you much of a dancer yourself? It definitely wouldn't surprise me if so,"[/color] At this, Casimir's eyes sparkled and he grinned at her. His opened offered hand having not been grasped, he took hers in his.

[color=sandybrown]"How about I show you instead?"[/color] He asked, waiting for her consent. Isobel allowed him to take her other hand, her eyes unable to stray from the twinkle in his dark eyes.

[color=FF4193]"As long as you're careful, prince, I would hate for you to be my first casualty especially with some beautiful girl in this room soon to recieve your hand in marriage,"[/color] At this, Casimir only smirked, placing her hand on his shoulder and his own hand on her waist, holding her opposite hand clasped within his own.

[color=sandybrown]"Hmph,"[/color] With that, he swept her along, for a moment making her body weightless as when he twisted them around, her feet didn't touch the ground. Having that flair over with, however, he allowed her to follow his lead, leading them in a fairly simple waltz after taking into consideration her words. He smiled down at her, his eyes not leaving her face as he matched his movements to the rhythm of the orchestra in the ballroom, taking them to the center of the ballroom where the others hadn't gone yet to dance in.  [color=sandybrown]"Lady Isobel, how fairs Trèlins?"[/color] He asked this with keen interest, his feet never missing a step.

Diminutive size rarely made dancing with a partner particularly easy, when one's partner is over a foot taller it becomes a bit of a task. Isobel, in that situation currently, stood on her toes, having to almost stretch to keep her hand on Casimir's shoulder. Nonetheless, he did not make the dance much of a task. After sweeping het around he led her across the floor in a simple waltz, which Isobel was thankful  for, she doubted she'd be able to carry out more difficult moves. 

Not missing a beat he led her across the dancefloor in graceful steps. Isobel was sure she stumbled on more than a couple of occasions. Casimir, however, ceased to stumble. She looked up into those dark eyes of interest, giving him a smile [color=FF4193]"With wars that have bounced around kingdoms I'm surprised we haven't been targeted, it's safe to say we're in a good state. Unfortunately there have been... rumours surrounding my father as of late but it fairs well, dear prince. And what about Ortha?" She asks, replicating his interest in her own hazel eyes. Of course, she was interested, perhaps not to the extent of her impromptu dance partner.

[color=sandybrown]"Flourishing,"[/color] Came the Othan' Prince's response as he lifted his arm and led her into a twirl before dipping her lowly, smiling at her. [color=sandybrown]"I understand many here think my kingdom is not worthy of being here due to our size."[/color] He raised her back up, continueing the waltz with a sort of flair to his steps, picking up the motions with slight more haste to match the music, bringing her close to his face momentarily, his eyebrows arched. [color=sandybrown]"What Ortha thrives in harmony inside the kingdom, the discourse of foreign affairs never taking us very seriously is rather... abhorrent. Don't they know size doesn't matter?"[/color] He extended his arm, letting go of her waist to walk around her, his other arm outstretched before going back to her, his former position resumed. [color=sandybrown]"You would think others would understand that it doesn't take much to have a grasp of power."[/color]

As he dipped her Isobel returned him the smile and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. [color=FF4193]"We go through the same scrutiny, we're a small kingdom and a lot seem to see us... pointless. I suppose they don't see the benefits of creativity while people of Trèlins have designed many of the most beautiful buildings and some have thought up theories for scholars to work with. We're an important kingdom too!"[/color] As the music continued Casimir's steps became more complex and Isobel could to none but follow, completely reliant on his movements to keep her going.  [color=FF4193]"So why has Ortha's prince been shipped off to marry a woman you likely don't know?"[/color]

[color=sandybrown]"I'm afraid my cohort forbids me to say,"[/color] He laughed, a glance at Deriez' direction would let her know whom he spoke of. His advisor had also taken to the refreshment table and was currently turning over what looked to be a croissant, deep in inspection. The song came to a close, ushering a final twirl of Isobel before he pulled back, giving her another kiss on her hand. [color=sandybrown]"I'm afraid I've just been reminded that I need to speak with him privately. I shall see you around, Princess."[/color]

With that, he turned and went over to Deriez, speaking to him about something out of earshot of most, having grabbed his plate from the table and was currently taking his time eating his selection as the two of them conversed. 

With a departing nod and a, [color=FF4193]"Right back at you, Prince,"[/color] Isobel watched him walk deeper into the crowd, collecting his plate in the process before slipping away out of earshot of the others. Isobel shook her head as she returned to her table. The prince of Ortha was as charming as they say i seemed. She turned her attention back to her food, unable to simply forget his strong arms a graceful steps.