Michael O'Hara Prince

Sitting on the throne, I watched with tedium as the dance took place before my eyes. It was not my style. It was my engagement to Princess Dana D'Angelo.

She was the most beautiful, at least that's what I thought, a refined woman, with fertile hips and good manners. And although I wasn't in love with her, at least I liked her a little.

I stood up, took her hand, placed a kiss on it, and gently led her to the center of the dance. Our figures swayed in sync, her dress rising proudly like a poppy flower. As we finished our dance, I moved a little closer to the window, feeling a person's gaze upon me.

I went out for a moment to find out who the stranger in the shadows was. "Did you know that spying is rude?" I asked in an imposing voice, scaring him with my sudden presence.