For the few years that she has been paraded as a trophy, Helyna had been educated in how to behave in a plethora of social interactions. Yet, strange as fate might be, much of those lessons were closer to theory then reality. Just from the fear of her father alone, many nobles kept their interactions short and contained, never risking something that could offend the princess and consequently the ire of the spiteful king. She was not prepared for that moment. Her mask was not prepared for such a perfect setting, a singular poem in a romantic dialect, being sang by a mysterious figure in a balcony reserved only for the two of them, moon and stars watching them as if such meeting was arranged by a script itself.<br/><br/>When the mysterious prince turned towards her, she had no barrier to hide behind, as she was stunned, being caught by surprise in a manner that almost no one had ever succeeded in before. Her pale skin showed shades of blushing, which while discrete, it was more then she ever allowed to externalize. Helyna was stunned ,a couple of moments passing by after his pleasantry before she could return to herself. But her first reaction was not towards the elven noble that caught her attention, but to look backwards, with a tinge of worry on her face, as if she knew that dropping her act was possibly punishable. Such was the extent of her "education" as a princess.<br/><br/>But her father, the king was not there. No line of sight and not even a trace of the king moving this way. She knew that the king would not come after her, after all, she was obedient and loyal to him. She would not hurt his image, out of both fear and respect. The balance between those two was still unknown to her.<br/><br/>She looked back at the mysterious prince. She knew he was a prince, how could he not be? His presence was overwhelming, and fate would not play a prank after such a perfect introduction. For the first time in a long time, she did not seem untouchable, as she even smiled as she responded him, in words that asked with genuine curiosity.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"What holds your attention? What could be more shining then the night's sky or more beautiful then the kingdom my father built?"</span><br/><br/>She was approachable, not a visage of distant godhood anymore, but a young woman, hopes and innocence incarnate in a perfect equilibrium. Her luck was that there was no one else to see such a moment, as they were alone at the balcony, even if the ball continued behind her.