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Emperor Azazel would lead Ambrosia to the ballroom once dinner had been finished "and this my lady is the last room I would want to show you, The grand ballroom." he said to her "Its no garden but I assure you it is just as beautiful" he said to her as he lead her into the ballroom, showing off the lavish space that seemed to ring with the sound of harps. Azazel however would turn around a few moments later and bow to Ambrosia "Now my lady, would you enjoy a dance?" she asked her as he held out his hand.

Emperor Azazel smirked as he laced one hand with her left and then firmly put another hand on her lower back before he lowered his head slightly in order to look into her eyes before she started to take her into a slow dance. They would dance for a little while before he would then say "So...Madame Ambrosia Aleksei....you told me during our small chats that you were the mayoral daughter to the Mayor of Eterland...the city to which the remaining inhabitants of Ethe flocked to after the blast" he said, stating the obvious "Does that mean your father holds noble titles?" he asked her as he was unfamiliar with mayors.

Emperor Azazel smiled as he continued to dance with Ambrosia "Its alright My lady." he said to her with a soft smile, a smile that only seemed to come from his being when he looked down into her eyes, a smile he did not know was their for if he did he would have wiped it from his face "Besides, I feel as if you might be nobility Lady Ambrosia, if you aren't I would be wholey shocked as your beauty is far more grand then half of the ladies at court" he said to her as they continued dancing for a while.

Emperor Azazel would then move his hand up to her cheek and he would slowly move a few loose strands of hair back behind her ear, feeling strange sparks echoing along his finger tips as he touched her skin. The Emperor did his best to ignore it as he brought his hand back to the small of her back, in truth this strange spark worried him, he had never felt this spark so intensely before. He had felt it once a long time ago, with a few of his wives, and several of his mistresses a spark that ran from his fingers to his groin that signified his lust of the women he had bedded- both willingly and not, but this spark didn't just travel from his fingers to his lowers, but it also traveled to a part of him he did not want to acknowledge, he felt it travel to the very center of his chest, he had felt his heart beat faster and harder against his chest when he had touched her face for those few simple seconds. Emperor Azazel looked into Ambrosia's eyes, his throat bobbing slightly "My lady...Do feel free to stay in Lionis as long as you like, and if you do leave and choose to return you will always have a welcome stay in my palace" he said to her, ignoring the voice in his head that demanded he throw her to the floor and take her as his...that weird strange thing that he didnt want to acknowledge, that little pinging feeling in his heart would beat back that thought, over and over again.

Azazel would listen to Ambrosia at her last sentence and he would bring the hand that held hers down "I will very much oblige, Ambrosia" he said, the name curling off of his tongue, making him taste something sweet as it traveled over his tastebuds along with the sound of her name, it was almost as if saying her name was like tasting a freshly picked summer strawberry "However, in return for such Casualties, Ambrosia" he said her name again, that taste wrapping once more around his tongue "When you are but only in my presence, please omit my title and simple call me Azazel" he whispered to her as they had now stopped dancing as Azazel held Ambrosia's gaze as he brought his head down ever so slightly, his lips pressing gentle but firm against her knuckles.

Emperor Azazel looked at Ambrosia and a small smirk came to his face as he chose his words carefully "Yes, that is indeed what I desire" he said as he found himself looking up into her eyes, yes...desire, that is what he felt. As Azazel looked up at Ambrosia he knew what he felt, it was desire, he wanted this woman...He wanted her in his bed, he wanted her to be solely his. A shiver went though him as he slowly stood back up to his full height. He open his mouth as if to request that she share his bed tonight but as it looked like he was about to say something but his heart thudded against his chest hard and he stopped. Azazel instead found himself stepping back "where is the damned queen of Ethe when shes needed" Azazel thought while simutatnionusly holding his hand out for Ambrosia "My Lady, allow me to escort you to your room for tonight" he said to her and then smiled "as well, I would gladly enjoy your presence tomorrow at the first meal...I would very much enjoy your company" he said to her before he took her hand in his while also putting his other hand low on her back. That damned queen better be adherent to their deal...he would need to release some pressure that was growing in his lower regions tonight.

Evelyn's hand rested on her teachers shoulder while another was clasped around his hand. She felt childish and like a fool as her teacher let out a grunt of pain for the unknown number "sorry" she said and he just nodded as they continued. She had never been bad at dancing, definitely never this bad, and yet she stepped on toes almost like clockwork every three minutes. She looked over at her other teacher, teaching her how to speak Ethen. Maybe she shouldn't be doing two things at once? but the repetition of doing something helped her learn the horrible language faster. She had nothing against Ethe...except for the fact that they seemed to simply hate her for no reason... it was just the language made her head spin, it made no sense! and all the lines in their characters, how they could be used like an alphabet but when put together they made different symbols, that didn't happen with the common tongue, you could see every letter individually while with Ethen you had to guess half the time. If she was lucky she would be able to read and write it by her death.

Finally a messenger came in and Evelyn tapped her instructors shoulder twice in a request to stop. She had been trying to cram everything she was supposed to learn in as fast as she could before she made any blunders, but some times she needed a break. She looked at the messenger "Did you get in touch with Mister Civil?" she asked and the messenger shook his head but informed him that someone would soon "Update the message that we will be a patron for double what others are paying for every...whatever they call it" she said and the messenger corrected her, it was called steam power and she nodded "what else?" she asked and she was informed that a woman was here with two children, named Athena Llewellyn. Evelyn raised an eyebrow and her fingers twitched as she let her hand rest just above her ribs. No, she wouldn't know. Instead Evelyn smiled "have a guard escort her here." she said and looked at tutors "you may take a break for the time being, thank you."

Evelyn turned to look at the Zalton princess in surprise, she was blonde. She wasn't surprised at that, she was just surprised that so many people seemed to be blonde. The Empress smiled "Princess Athena" she said to her and gave her a small curtsy back, she was in a dress on this rare occasion so it actually made her look good when she curtsied. "Councilman Roland spoke a lot about you so, safe to say I've heard many praises" she said to her and looked around the ballroom. She would have offered her a chair but none were in sight "I wasn't expecting any visitors with the storm above head. What brings you here today?" she asked politely.