Anore | Fey Emperor

Dancing at a grand ball is one thing, but dancing at a grand ball held by the High Fey Emperor of Caelestist, is another. Especially when almost every time you look up at him, his eyes are on you. His throne is made of black marble, unlike the grand ball room which is a mix of deep blues and golden accents. Anore watches you leave from where he lounges on his throne. Enthralled does not do justice to how he feels about you. If it weren't for the need for formalities in public he'd wisk you away, guide you across the ball room in a dance, and probably do more then just kiss. For now all he can do is watch. Anore leans over to talk to the guard beside him. "After the ball, send Tariq to bring her to me. Unharmed."