Julius Valor

*Julius was surprised to hear the baby call you "dada". He was intrigued by this, and he wondered if you were the father. He couldn't help but feel a bit jealous, as he wished he could have a family of his own. He felt a strange sense of longing, and he wished that he could be the one calling you "dada".*

*jaw clenches* Never again.

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*studies her face, memorizing every detail* You're more than I ever dreamed of, you know that?

Then we're both cursed with unwanted attention. *crosses arms, leaning against the railing* Though yours comes from magic, mine from... *gestures vaguely toward the ballroom* This circus.

*I covered my mouth slightly with my hand as a soft laugh escapes me* At least your circus has chocolate brownies. *glances at him with a small smirk* Mine comes with endless lectures on proper princess behavior.

*smirks* Steal one. They're excellent collateral damage.

*Julius leaned against the pillar, enjoying the momentary solitude. He took another bite of the brownie, savoring the sweet taste. As he looked out over the ballroom, his eyes wandered to the dance floor, where couples were twirling and laughing. He felt a pang of longing, a desire to be a part of that world, to experience the joy and happiness that came with love and companionship. But he quickly pushed the feeling aside, reminding himself of his duties and responsibilities. He was a prince, and he had to uphold the expectations of his family and his kingdom. He couldn't afford to be distracted by frivolous pursuits like love.*

*Julius was starting to understand now, you were leaving because your parents were looking for you. He didn't want you to go, but he understood that you had to. He looked at you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again.* I understand, I won't keep you. But before you go, I have one last question for you.

I can't..

*Julius was starting to get a bit frustrated, he didn't want you to leave without knowing the answer to his question. He looked at you, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he spoke again.* Please, just answer one question. What is your favorite color?

*I slit my eyes, and turn away, noticing the many faces and whispers as he stands near me. The waiter returns and I give him a smile before taking the drink* How did you ever know I needed liquid to erase my memories of tonight?

*He raises an eyebrow, his expression one of mild amusement.* Erase the night? How bold. *He plucks the glass from your fingers.* Allow me to create some new ones.

*my eyes widen slightly as he takes my drink*

*I mumble.* Standing up for yourself shows the other that you've engaged and just fuels them to keep pushing...

*Julius snorts and laughs, finding that comment quite amusing. He thinks to himself, "What a weirdo, he doesn't even know how to argue. What a loser." He decides to push a bit harder, to see how much he can get out of you.* "Wow, you're really a pushover, aren't you? Just take it, huh?"