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Rosalind was always more of a quiet, shy, reserved type compared to her sisters. It was probably one of the things, that made her unique and people were curious about her; because she was so different in comparison to her family members. Not that it was a bad thing. A lot of her sisters were a bit more on the overly confident side, bold, and straightforward. It made Rosalind feel somewhat intimidated by her own flesh and blood; given the fact she lacked such courage and confidence. But it also come with it's downsides; as not everyone found it to be an attractive trait in her elder sisters. But Rosalind kept true to herself. It usually took her a bit to get outside of her confined shell, before she'd open herself up to another person and get to know them, on more personal terms.

She couldn't help the surprised expression that crossed her face, when he expressed that he was glad to see her. [Color=lightseagreen]"You are, my lord? But...why? I am just a simple guest, among others here." [/color] Rosalind wasn't so sure, what made her special in comparison to the others; that he'd be pleased to see her. But in all, it was a rather flattering comment. It wasn't often...if ever, for a host of a royal ball to be pleased to see her, like this. They were usually thankful to see all their guests; not just her. It made her more curious than ever before, to find out the reasoning for all the weird little things that had happened; including why he was so pleased to see her.

Rosalind's brows slightly furrowed at his reply about the grand ballroom. It wasn't exactly the answer she had been expecting. But the Princess didn't comment on it. But to her, it seemed like a waste of space; not using this present room often for events. Shame, for all that dust to be collected in a beautiful room.

From the corner of her eyes; Rosalind noticed a few glares in her general directions. Few...or rather, many a jealous ladies and royals felt cheated; that Alexander was paying her such attention; when he had rejected their offers for a dance, or paid them no such attention. The stares made her feel a bit tense. Feeling like all the prying ears and eyes, might burn through her very soul. [Color=lightseagreen] "That is probably a wise idea. [/Color] Rosalind said in agreement. At least, that way they might be able to have some sort of privacy, without being in the centre of attention. She had barely noticed that her hand remained in his, until it was time to move away. Feeling the slight tug against their connected hands, as she moved to follow him into a more quiet corner of the ballroom. Glancing towards their connected hands, a slight blush creeped up against her cheeks. [Color=Lightseagreen] "I am sorry...I." [/Color] Not sure why she was apologising. But the words had slipped out, as she lightly retracted her hand from his. Letting her hand fall back down at her side. But her palm was left tingling, from where his flesh had been touching hers. Almost like her hand, had belonged in his. With how perfectly their hands had fit together, few moments ago. Feeling the absence of his hand against hers, already. Rosalind tried not to get side-tracked.

[Color=Lightseagreen]'Compose yourself Rosalind.'[/color] A voice in the back of her mind scolded her slightly. Knowing she was unusually nervous around the King. Maybe it was the anticipation of waiting to hear, why he was so glad to see her. Or maybe another reason all together.