He didn't like these festivities. He had better things to do back home, but in stead he was stuck at this ball. The only good thing, the wine, was something that poured generously and he had planned on making good use of that. A glass filled with the red liquid in his hand, while he looked around the crowd. There was nobody who actually piqued his interest, every single one looked boring. He had noticed that most of the people went straight to the king and his father next to him, exchanging all kinds of pleasantries that did not interest him in the slightest. Feeling constricted in the almost black looking dark blue suit filled with a silver tread that made it look like stars and constellations. The darkness of the suit made his white hair stand out even more, like a beacon within a storm. His warm blue eyes went over the crowd once more, before they noticed someone coming up to him.

And not just someone. Part of his studies had been knowing the elite of the other regions, knowing who he had and shouldn't please. The woman walking up to her, floating almost, did indeed get his full attention. When she stopped  in front of him, greeting and nodding her head in respect, he returned the greeting in a respectful manner. "Your Royal Highness." He spoke, his voice a mix of respect and soft sweetness. "May I compliment you on your attire, you look absolute stunning. As if the gods plucked a star out of the night sky and placed her in front of me." He held up his glass, before taking a sip of the deep red wine. Doing good in this conversation might please his father, giving him a leeway to get out of the other royal pleasantries. He just had to survive this conversation with the Crown Princess of Raveryn, no big deal. 

All this was political nonsense, all the guests were here for a reason, and all of them had their own agenda. He would bet his roses on it that no one here had a sincere objective being here. His father most of all, looking to smooth out relationships and bond his children to another big family. He hated it, but like all his siblings he knew that one day he as well will have to get married. The only good thing about that was that he could use his own flowers for a wedding. A small light in an endless tunnel of darkness.  

His words strike true, resulting in a slight head tilt and a return of the compliment. One he took with a smile and a solemn nod. Her words spoke truth. He, and his family, were the one that were blessed by the moon and her stars. Yet, here within this region of cold, he felt his power waning. He wasn't as strong as his father or his brother, who could wield even this far away from the source. He, on the other hand, could barely freeze the glass that he was holding. Anteros smiled softly. "Trust me, Your Royal Highness, I might be just a commoner next to someone as dazzling as you. If one would take a good moment to look at you, really look at you, they might see an almost ethereal woman, a goddess in a human form." Thankfully he could hide the poison in his voice, speaking the way that he had been taught. Giving compliments to keep the conversation flowing. Placing  himself below her, as one of her rank suits.