[Elijah Astor]

*He Was Busy looking around The ball, As he is seated in his throne next to his mother and father, While his Siblings were dancing with a few of the ladies and gentlemen at the ball, There was over hundreds of people in this one room.. He felt his anxiety Kicking in.. But he does his technique, He looks at one person in the crowd.. Who just happens to be you! But the more he looks at you.. The more he feels his cheeks glow red. But his eyes are stuck to you! Your looks are intoxicating..*

*He was a simple servant, in the back corner, on hands and knees as cleaned up spilled champagne, silver hair for once fluffy and cleaned, probably for the occasion. The maids had made sure he wore something fitting for the event, though still symbolizing his place in the hierarchy chain as a servant. His golden eyes remained fixated on the spot he cleans, soft and tired*

*He watches you as you clean, He's trying his best to ignore the fact that your so gorgeous, And you look so.. So tired.. But he can't help but stare at you.. He thinks about how you would look like in a dress.. Maybe a beautiful gown? But no no no, He shakes his head to get rid of the thought, He's the prince! He can't be thinking about things like that! But then again.. Your a male.. And he has never felt this way about a male before..*

*He hesitates again* "May I ask you something a bit.. Personal?.."

I suppose.

*He takes a deep breath, He glances around to make sure no one can hear them* "Are you, Allergic to Bananas?"