Each partner switch brought him closer to the strange girl. He couldn't even explain to himself mentally why she intrigued him such. The idea of love at first sight was laughable to him. This he was just going to blame on a healthy does of curiosity, he didn't know here and he had been fairly certain he knew at least all the major royals in the area.<br/><br/>He played the pleasant card with each lady he ended up dancing with. Some spoke of another man who caught their eye. It was trick Fitz had seen before. If the girl seems attracted to someone else maybe he would pay them some attention. He wasn't one to fall for it of course so he gave a word of courtesy before moving onto the next dancing partner.<br/><br/>Finally after what seemed like the whole song Fitz found himself across from the strange girl. Her eyes, the pulled him in, he fought against the desire to stop dancing and just stare into her eyes. Many people say the eyes are windows to the soul. Fitz liked to believe that eyes could show more of a person than they may have liked. He was guarded of his own eyes, allowing his playful nature to show mostly.<br/><br/>Her though, he couldn't read her from just a glance. The dance pulled him from being able to keep eye contact, their backs to each other. Just loud enough he said "Welcome to my father's ball, Miss...I am sorry I must have missed your name."