The sunset turned the sky into myriads of violet, magenta and gold and dyed the dancing hall's curtains in similar shades. A gentle wind blew, bringing a thin canopy of clouds, behind which the setting sun played hide and go seek.

Dnarza sat at the steps of the large hall. It was open, without doors. The large arching doorways were covered by glistening sheer curtains. The pillars holding the circular roof were made of a beautiful white marble. The flooring was made with different colored stones cut into patterns, where her mother danced. The other dancers, singers and musicians sat at the side.

"Dnarza, what are you doing here? The king will be arriving shortly. Go put on your veil and stay out of the hall." Said her mother, taking hold of her shoulder. She didn't want her to be seen by them.

Dnarza put on her thin veil over her nose and mouth and sat under the trees near the hall, tracing patterns in the ground with a stick. She could hear the commotion signalling the arrival of the king and the prince. She decided to take a look. After all, a quick peek wouldn't do any harm.

She looked from around the large pillars, making sure the large burning torches didn't make a conspicuous shadow of her. She saw a large man with a potbelly and grand clothing. He also wore a crown. She assumed this fellow was the king. She wondered how such an unhealthy man could overtake their kind monarch. Beside him, sat a skinny youth in bright violet clothing, staring lasciviously at her mother. It disgusted her and she averted her eyes.

The music started playing. Her mother, dressed in a top just covering her chest and a skirt revealing her ankles, began dancing. She had never been made to wear such revealing clothing during king Dortague's rule. Tears stung Dnarza's eyes, but the music took over and she began to sway, copying her mother's movements hidden behind the pillars and the curtains. Dnarza clenched her fists in anger.

***

Theon could not bear to watch a scantily clad woman swaying suggestively on front him. He could see that his brothers were enjoying it quite much. He quietly got up from behind his brothers and decided to take a quick walk around the trees behind the hall.

It was a beautiful full moon and the sky was filled with glittering stars. He decided he would sit down and look at the stars. As he was about to sit down, he saw a shadow. He felt his sword at his side and decided to investigate.

When he saw her, he was stunned. 

Her dark hair flowing in the gentle wind, swaying with every movement that she copied from the dancer. Her beautiful hazel eyes, glinting cyan with every ray of the moonlight that fell into them. The light from the torches making shadows, playing on her light, sheer veil. Her lithe body twisting and turning under the long, loose, brown tunic she wore. Her bare feet, thumping rhythmically to the music. Her long arms, revealed as she raised them from loose sleeves, moving like the wind.

A sudden gust of wind pushed her veil from her face, and the young prince was mesmerized. The angular jaw, the small, aquiline nose, the high cheekbones and the warm caramel skin tone of her face made her look like some sort of desert angel. And she was so engrossed in her dance, that she failed to notice him.

Theon decided to hide behind one of the trees. As he moved, a twig cracked under his foot.

***

Dnarza looked around for the source of the noise and saw a pair of bright gray eyes staring at her from behind a tree. Thinking quickly, she looked for her veil, and found it lying on the ground. She quickly took it and covered her face. She was about to run to her quarters, when she heard a voice.

"Stop! Please!" He said walking quickly to catch up with her.

She stopped, but didn't look around. He came close to her.

"Hello. My name is Theon. You dance beautifully."

Theon? Prince Theon? The youngest of the murderers? She huffed and started moving forward.

"Please wait! I mean no harm. I just wish to know your name."

She turned around and immediately realized what a big mistake it was. His sharp grey eyes bore into her hazel ones. His hair was short, the colour of the moonlight. His face was slightly chubby, yet had ruggedness to it. He was very handsome. She blushed and was glad she had her veil on.

"I do not talk to murderers." She said in her fiercest voice and turned away.

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