Loraven giggled, feeling lightheaded as Selvin lifted her high in the air to the time of the music, spinning around before sliding her down his body and merrily hopping and skipping to the side, turning and twisting. The pair had a constant smile on their faces, their attention on each other unaware of the growing hostile looks at the Lyvarian princess dancing happily with a human prince.
Loraven beamed at him in delight, finding her dance partner better than any she'd had before. Selvin wasn't as graceful, but his presence and wholehearted, pure, open expressions on his features warmed her compared to the usual icy, stoic beauty of the elves. The more she stared at him as the world blurred around them as they spun, the more she came to realise how handsome he truly was.
