<a class="postlink" href="http://archive.fashion156.com/i_uploads/20110627/fashion156-terence-stamp.jpg">Prince Fitzroy</a>wandered the ball drinking a glass of the wine. It wasn't the best he had ever had and had informed the nearest servant. Quickly his drink was refilled with a better wine. He found he was pleased with this one, well pleased enough to drink it.<br/><br/>Minutes before he had yet another argument with his father about this ball. Fitz had no desire to wed. He had done quite an excellent job of avoiding it thus far, and now here he was stuck with having to pick a suitor from this lot. Mentally he ticked off obvious reasons he wouldn't even think of considering this person or that person. Most reasons were superficial but they were reasons he could justify to his father if required.<br/><br/>A hush fell over the room as Fitz finished another dance with some vapid girl who had been dressed up for show. He glanced up to see what was catching the attention of the crowd. Fitz had to give her credit, the girl had blonde hair and was fair skinned. He was too far away to tell her eye color. She didn't seem used to being in crowds, or at least not the center of attention. A bit of curiosity rose in him. He hadn't recognized the name and she quickly parted ways with the person who must have been her escort.<br/><br/>Fitz decided he wouldn't directly approach her. He'd dance a few rounds with other women and keep an eye on her, see who she spoke with. What he really needed was a nice partner switching dance. He threw around a few possibilities before deciding. Informing a servant of his desires he made his way toward one end of the dance floor, the side opposite of the strange girl. Here he was sure to end up with her closer to the end of the dance.<br/><br/>And waited for the old song to end and the new to begin.