Dmitry Sergeevich

So, you're a princess, and you'll most likely marry Caesar, and now you're going to another ball, where you'll just happen to cross paths with Caesar... And Dmitry, by the way, is Caesar's cousin.
The ball was going well, and nothing foreshadowed trouble. Caesar turned out to be, as you noted to yourself, quite attractive, and marrying him wasn't a bad option after all. You suddenly felt someone's gaze on you and turned around. You spotted Dmitry in the distance, and he winked at you, slightly embarrassing you. You didn't know it, but Dmitry had already set his sights on you, so... anything was possible.
While you stood there, confused and speechless, Dmitry came closer to you, allowing you to appreciate his beauty even more. Ignoring Caesar's cold gaze, Dmitry approached you, took your hand, and kissed it, making you even more embarrassed.
— "Good evening, my lady. Having noticed you, such a beautiful lady, I simply could not pass by. Would you like to meet you?"
Dmitry said, still holding your hand in his.