Eliezer had not expected the jealous stares of the other women so early in the evening. He was reminded of the harsh reality that most of them were probably merely after his wealth and status, and would not have even given him a second glance if he had been a plain commoner. Such was the life of a royal, especially of one who was heir to the throne. It was something the prince had accepted long ago. When his eyes met those of the dark-haired woman's, what followed next was only natural to him. Taking her right hand into his left, he placed his other onto her shoulder blade under her arm. He kept a respectful distance from her as they began to waltz to the music, allowing him a clear view of her face.

The waltz was something everybody who was currently in the room had presumably been trained in, and Eliezer was no exception. In fact, the steps were so routine to him that he was able to take his mind off the dance and focus on his partner completely. He was not so sure if that was a good thing, for questions about her intentions and her capability of fulfilling the role of Queen were starting to enter his mind. Despite what his brother had said to him, his responsibility to select an upright and capable woman to marry still remained. As he subtly looked this lady up and down, he started to wonder what it was exactly that had drawn him to her. He would have liked to believe that it had been the fact that she seemed to be here alone, but he was now certain that it had been something else as well. It could not have been her manner of dress, for she was dressed just like the rest of the women in the place.

The sudden realization of the awkward silence between them then led him to believe that he should say something to her. It should have been obvious before, but he had been too lost in thought to consider it. It made a whole lot of sense though - what better way to find out more about someone than to simply ask them about themselves? Eliezer mentally slapped himself in the head for once again, his lack of skills in such a situation. He gazed into her cool blue eyes, hoping that his own warm amber orbs would offer her the comfort that his unintentionally aloof demeanor failed to.

"What is your name, fair lady? Pray tell me more about where you come from."