"Shall we?"
A hands directing it to her, to a woman. The woman avenge his hand grip.
"WA!"
The hand pulled her into his embrace. Then asked her to dance in the moonlight.
They are adjacent to each other, stare at each other. The woman could not take his eyes from him.
"Vanessa." He called her name softly.
"Yes?"
"You look beautiful today. Even though in a official uniform."
She chuckled, "Thank you. You too, My Prince."
Our first dance on the battlefield. I remember it. His smile makes my heart flutter. The sound of his breath that makes my heart beating.
The 7th Prince, Victor. My uncle and my first love. He has teach me the word of meaning lovingly each other as a man and woman.
Is still stuck. My memory I spend most of time with him. In fact the truth he thought about me as a burden. However for me. He is the man I love most.