BLUE  GAZE,  DANCING  WITH  A  dangerous  lightness,  settled  in  him  with  a  huff  of  a  breath.          You  take  advantage  of  me,  Mr.  Richardson.    You  act  as  if  I  should  know  you  and  yet  I  do  not.          A  tipsy  queen  could  be  a  risky  thing  indeed,  though  closely  watched  by  her  bodyguards,  men  and  a  woman  ready  to  pull  her  away  if  she  risked  herself.    Lips  pulled  down  in  a  frown  as  she  peered  up  at  him.          And  all  men  flatter  me.  

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        ❝ I’M SURE  WE COULD CHANGE THAT, don’t you? ❞ He was attempting to be as decent as he possibly could. It was a rare occasion he ever came to the these parties, but he believed that blending in shouldn’t have been too hard. After-all, he was a prince himself – how hard was it to  make yourself belong  somewhere? Harder than he thought as a slight grin pulled at his lips. ❝ – unless you’re needed elsewhere.  ❞ 

 ‘NOT  FORMALLY’  SOUNDS  AS  if  we  have  but  not  at  somewhere  my  staff  would  approve  of!      Her  jest  slipped  easily  from  her  lips,  slickened  by  a  glass  of  wine.    Of  course,  she  had  never  been  such  a  place  in  her  life,  let  alone  since  her  ascension  and  she  would  likely  never  have  to  chance  to  visit  one.      James Richardson.      Lips  pursed  for  a  moment,  the  young  queen  clearly  recalling  something,  though  it  seemed  difficult  to  bring  to  mind.      Have  I  met  you  before?      She  was  nearly  certain  they  had  not,  but  his  words  confused  her  just  enough.

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THE QUESTION ALMOST TEMPTED HIM TO TELL TRUTH, but instead,  he forced out the per-usual lie. Though, the idea of lies, and truth were always blending in his mind. A lie to some wasn’t a lie to another. Sometimes, a lie could be played off as truth, and become truth it would be.  So, he opted for something in-between, ❝ Perhaps, but perhaps it was someone else who looked just as  beautiful- either way, the pleasure is all mine. this time around.❞ 

queenviictoria:

  NO,  I  DON’T  BELIEVE  we  have  met.      There  were,  after  all,  so  many  people  she  had  not  yet  met  for  an  event  as  large  as  this.    Not  often  was  she  allowed  to  attend  galas  and  the  like  if  only  due  to  the  enormous  headache  it  caused  for  her  security  team,  but  this  proved  to  be  an  exception  to  the  rule.    She  gave  her  companion  a  nod,  encouragement  to  introduce  the  pair  since  the  woman  seemed  to  eager  to  slip  off.      So  who  might  you  be?  

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IT WASN’T UNCOMMON for Ky not to know everyone at these parties. He avoided them for years due to the fact he wasn’t interested in them – never was, even as a child, but they still had their uses. Even more so these days when he was slowly attempting to come back to the public eye.  ❝ James Richardson, ❞ he said – the words coming out much smoother than he thought. He could have said his real name or ‘a friend’, but he didn’t want too many eyebrows lifted – at least for now. ❝ And we haven’t – not formally. ❞