Melania's tanned cheeks ignited with an intense blush, and her lips curled into a shy smile as she replied.
"I think it depends on the person standing before the princess. If they are not to her liking, no matter how perfect they are, they will never be good enough for her."
Yuraon accepted her words with a wide smile of his own.
"So the princess has high standards and knows what she wants… I quite like that."
Gliding past the King as the dance progressed, the princess could not help but chuckle, promptly concealing her amused expression by hiding her face behind the man's shoulder.
"It does not take much to impress you, Your Majesty. I was firmly convinced that all the Davoorian ladies were pretty much like that; the legends portray them as strong and independent women adored by their men."