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[color=f26522]Time[/color]: Evening
[color=f26522]Location[/color]: Ballroom 
[color=f26522]Interactions[/color]: [@HylianRose] Nora, [@Infinite Cosmos] Munir
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[color=f26522]outfit:[/color][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019cd422-ce99-733e-8c36-fa5b132276f8.webp]Traditional Ravenwood Formal Wear[/url] [/center]
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Her words made his smile widen. She had accepted his request to dance, even if he had underlying, selfish reasons for asking. The compliment, however, caught him completely off guard, though he rallied quickly.

“[color=f26522]Ah, yes. Traditional attire for Emberstone. I believe it is more of a statement of our heritage than anything else, given I don’t see anyone else here wearing any sort of armor.[/color]” His gaze swept the room for a moment. “[color=f26522]Well, I suppose there are some decorated military members in the crowd.[/color]”

He was rambling, and he knew it. He found it unusually difficult to maintain eye contact with her—a strange, fluttering feeling he couldn’t quite identify.

He was just about to reach out and escort her to the dance floor when a friendly slap on the back was quickly followed by a familiar voice.

He hadn’t expected Munir to take an interest in Nora; she didn’t seem like his usual type. But then, Roman mentally scolded himself—he shouldn’t be so quick to judge. He turned and returned the warm greeting to the other man.

“[color=f26522]Well, hello there, brother![/color]” he said, his voice loud and filled with genuine camaraderie. “[color=f26522]I can assure you, my dancing is much better than my swordplay![/color]” It was a boisterous, good-natured boast. “[color=f26522]It is good to see you, Shahzade Munir. It feels like months since we last spoke.[/color]”

He laughed—a genuine, unmocking sound—at Munir’s statement regarding his own dancing ability. “[color=f26522]Knowing you, I'm sure you will outshine anything I can do on the floor.[/color]” It was a sincere compliment, and in this instance, Roman was absolutely certain it was true.

He then offered his arm to Nora, formally inviting her to join him. “[color=f26522]Best not to keep the Prince waiting too long.[/color]” If he could have stuck his tongue out at Munir just to tease him, he would have. Taking one deep breath, Roman let the tension bleed out of his shoulders. For just a moment, he forgot about everything else, simply allowing himself to enjoy the evening.