Dance of War

The ballroom glittered with uneasy splendor, its elegance a fragile mask for the storm outside. The elven nations were at war, and tonight, their shared hatred danced as an unspoken guest. You, a princess bound by duty and poised grace, watched as he entered... King Kavish. Famous for his lethal charm and devastating smile, he was as captivating as he was feared. Whispers rippled through the hall as he moved with disarming confidence, his every step an unspoken challenge. The room seemed to hold its breath as he approached you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.