Hero liked that he'd gotten his dance. And had hidden the surprise at the level of her dancing skill. He smiles playfully. He made dancing look as easy as taking in a breath of air. He moves and looks at her. Nodding his head. "A wonderful thing to inherit." he says softly. And was enjoying the look on the womans face. She seemed happy. Blissful beyond compare. And that is how he loved to see his people. He loved to mingle among them. To be as one of them even if he was their prince.<br/><br/>He felt that royalty should not hinder being one with your people. And for that he was loved and respected. Loyalty knew no ends where his people were concerned with him. He wonders if the two girls had gotten home safely. He teaches the woman a song for her to use as a lullabye for the baby. And then he went to sleep within his tent.<br/><br/>The next morning before dawn.....<br/><br/>Hero was up early. He bathed himself clean in the river on the far outskirts of town. Dressed in a pair of clean pants after cleaning his silky strands of hair. The wet strands lay against his skin and framed his face. It would dry fast yet on him the wet hair look was just as sexy as when the hair was dry. He had just gotten nearly back to his people when he is stopped by some guards.<br/><br/>He raises an eyebrow at this. And kept walking. Calling out in Romanian to his troupes leader. And then turns to the guards. "Can I help you gentlemen?" he asks bluntly. An eyebrow arched in amusement at the situation. Barely holding back a chuckle at the statements they produced. "I see...well I will need to inform my...family...that I will be returning later. Today is our day of rest. Your lucky on that account." he says bluntly. And upon telling his people that he walks. The dark red velvet pants rippling in the morning breeze. It was sunrise when they entered the royal castle.