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.❞
❝ 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.
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.❞
❝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?❞
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. ❞