Elric stood at the edge of the obsidian dance floor, his arms crossed over his chest, looking for all the world like a thunderstorm wrapped in fine tailoring. His eyes tracked a single pair among the spinning masses.
"If you stare any harder, you might actually set the Crown Prince on fire," Rion murmured, stepping up beside him. He sounded far too amused for Elric's liking. "And while I'd personally enjoy the spectacle, I don't think the King would appreciate his heir becoming a human torch in the middle of the anniversary party."
"He's touching her too much," Elric growled, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made a nearby countess scurry away in fear. "Look at him. He's whispering in her ear. What could he possibly have to say to her that requires that kind of proximity?"
