<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Bellamy could see immediately that Lance was taken with Princess Arabelle. He's grin slipped a little, overtaken by his startled expression as his eyes fell on the slight woman. He blinked at her once and then, gradually, his wide grin returned even larger than before. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his charming dimples popped. Bellamy couldn't help but to smirk at his friends obviousness.<br/>
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Lance couldn't explain himself. By all rights, Princess Arabelle shouldn't have been attractive; she was too slight in a way that spoke of a sickly childhood and perhaps a continued illness. But her face was one of the loveliest things he'd ever laid eyes on; it was like staring into the face of an angel, something he thought he'd never have the honor to do. Her voice was soft and warm and kind, her smile so sweet it made Lance's heartache. Lance wanted to know everything about her. He wanted to see if her skin was as soft as it looked. <br/>
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Bellamy nearly rolled his eyes. He could see the hearts in Lance's eyes and he could practically hear the poetry he would be waxing about the lovely lady once they had a moment alone together. He should probably be nervous about what Lance's infatuation might mean for the princess and himself, but all it did was make him feel almost hopeful. Maybe if the two of them were infatuated enough with each other, Lance could warm her bed for Bellamy while he went off to warm the bed of another man. <br/>
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At the thought, his gaze involuntarily flickered to Everett. He seemed surprised but pleased to see his sister taking charge. And he was just as stunning as ever. Curse him and his attraction to the female species. His mood was decidedly soured, but he wore a brave face. <br/>
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"I'm pleased to hear you've only heard the good things about me," Lance said with a wink, turning on his usual charm. "Bellamy said you were lovely and I caught just a glimpse of it upon your arrival, but I was woefully unprepared to witness it close up. You are truly a vision, Princess." With that, he lowered himself into a deep bow, taking her hand gently and placing a light kiss to her knuckles. He glanced up at her through his lashes with a smile. <br/>
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Bellamy coughed and ran a hand through his hair, collecting it into a high ponytail to keep cool during their tour. "Thank you, princess, for allowing his company. Shall we begin?"</span></span>