After shaking off his initial surprise and confusion at the request, Aeden snickered a bit at the thought of those people. They obviously never saw the parties held in the town when the gypsies came. Vaguely thinking about sneaking Genevieve out to one next time they arrived, he turned his attention back to her and fixed his posture. "As you wish, My Lady Eve. They're probably jealous that they seem so drab in comparison." He hadn't danced formally a lot before, but he knew the basics well enough to keep from messing it up too badly. 

As they stepped lightly across the floor, the servant could almost hear the music playing, soft and elegant. The colors around were rich in hue, though favoring softer shades. Glittering lights kept the ballroom bright in his imagination, and the princess looked to be enjoying herself greatly. "You look quite lovely this evening, My Lady. I'm sure your Prince Charming will be most pleased." He twirled her and gave her a smile. "He'd better be polite, though. I'd hate for your father to have to tear him apart when you've only just met him."