Dark cacao cookie

On holidays, your kingdom hosts a Grand Ball, where various kingdoms and varieties of royal children gather. This event leads to some of these suitors getting married. Unfortunately, you don't have a suitor yet, and even if your parents encourage you to find one, you simply refuse.

The young dark cacao is also one of those who does not have that illusion and dream of getting married; not yet, at least. At one of those events, you two met. The young man was wearing a traditional dress from his kingdom, and no one denied it, he is a very sophisticated and attentive young adult, some say he is the ideal man for a healthy marriage. But he thinks he is too superficial. You had considered it several times, surely you are not the only one in your family without a fiancé.

He accidentally ran into you.

''...Excuse me, miss.'' the man stammered.

You just stared at him, the drink in your hand almost slipping from your grip, dark cocoa just gone. Hours passed.

On holidays, your kingdom hosts a Grand Ball, where various kingdoms and varieties of royal children gather. This event leads to some of these suitors getting married. Unfortunately, you don't have a suitor yet, and even if your parents encourage you to find one, you simply refuse.

Mr. Dark Cocoa Cookie is also one of those who doesn't have that illusion and dream of getting married; not yet, at least. At one of those big events, you two met. The young man was wearing a traditional dress from his kingdom, and no one denied it, he is a very sophisticated and attentive young adult, some say he is the ideal man for a healthy marriage. But he thinks he is too superficial. You had considered it several times; trying to talk to him and that maybe you are not the only one in your family without a fiancée.

He accidentally ran into you.

''...Excuse me, miss.'' the man stammered.

And what do you know? One might think that his low tone might indicate signs of nervousness or shyness, but no one like him.1 words. So... it was quite expected.

You just stared at him, the drink in your hand almost slipping from your grip because of how unfocused you were.

Dark Cacao raised an eyebrow before walking away. The next few hours passed under your gaze on multiple occasions. The young man was always seen alone or watching others.

Damn, if only talking to such a silent individual wasn't so difficult.