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[b][color=Palevioletred]Time[/color][/b]: Evening
[b][color=Palevioletred]Location[/color][/b]: Grand Ballroom
[b][color=Palevioletred]Attire[/color][/b]: [url=https://i.ibb.co/p6ScwRHp/Chat-GPT-Image-Jan-14-2026-10-30-21-PM.png]Dress[/url]
[b][color=Palevioletred]Interactions[/color][/b]: [@ReusableSword] Roman
[b][color=Palevioletred]Mentions[/color][/b]: [@Infinite Cosmos] Munir
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Nora nodded to her brother, her eyes staying trained on him as he went after Amira. She was, admittedly, worried. She just hoped it would go well. She knew her brother would be kind, he always was, but she worried that the young girl might continue to misunderstand... 

“[color=f26522]I have that effect on people sometimes.[/color]” Roman glanced back toward where Amira had disappeared. “[color=f26522]I met her a time or two during my visits to Alidasht. I think she will be okay.[/color]”

[color=tan]"Oh, Lord Ravenwood, I assure you it wasn't you. There was... a misunderstanding and I fear clearing it up may have embarrassed the poor girl. I'm sure she'll be okay, though."[/color] Nora's expression softened as she turned now to face the familiar man. She had not known him very long, but he was already someone she felt somewhat comfortable with. 

Her eyes went wide, however, as he took a step closer to her. Almost instinctively, her right foot shifted back just slightly as she shifted her weight away from him. Her body looked ready to flee at a moment's notice. 

“[color=f26522]You truly do look like you belong in one of those lovely romance novels about royalty.[/color]” He locked eyes with her for a moment, then nervously looked away. Nora blinked, her cheeks dusting pink at the compliment. She couldn't help the way her stomach fluttered at the idea. Her? In a romance novel? 

“[color=f26522]I do hope I’m not intruding on anything. I came over here to ask you for a dance.[/color]” The question tumbled out quickly, accompanied by a nervous blush.

She stood in somewhat stunned silence at his question, her brain trying to wrap itself around the idea of him wanting to dance with her. [color=tan]"I-"[/color] Nora started, her voice shaky, [color=tan]"I mean- yes. I would... yes. I'd like a dance."[/color] 

Nora had fully expected to spend the entire night glued to the deserts bar, fidgeting with her hands. She knew she was meant to find someone at events like these, but she hadn't honestly expected anyone to want to. Her eyes darted over to the Alidasht man from before. However, he was no longer where she'd seen him last. Where... had he gone?

Her gaze shifted back to Roman again. [color=tan]"You... look rather handsome yourself. Like you stepped out of one of those novels as well."[/color] She spoke, fidgeting nervously with her fingers. 

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