[Honey]

Though he could feel many of the guest’s gazes focused on him as he swished into the dining hall, though only one slate colored pair was caught in his sight. The look seemed so curious, but not entirely innocent, and it stole his interest immediately. With heels clicking softly against the wood of the hall as the marquess slowly stepped towards his seat, the narrow width of his shoes keeping him from moving any faster without taking a tumble to the floor. Truth be told? He hated the shoes, and all the others he’d brought as well. With his long dresses and gowns, he pondered how hard it would be to go barefoot, or wear his own shoes underneath. He liked that idea, but it just was not possible without having someone take notice. Which, would only end in question of his ability to act as the prince’s wife. Shaking the thoughts from his head with the slightest shake of his head, his attention was brought back to the present just in time to see one of the help pulling his chair out. Taking his seat as lady-like as he could manage with the tight contours of his dress and his heels. By the time he’d taken his seat, many of the stares he’d managed to grab as he entered had found something better to offer their attention to. Though, the same one that had taken his attention originally, caught his gaze again. Allowing for an amused smile to play at the corner of his lips, he could not help but flutter his eyelashes at the prince whilst offering an inquiring gaze.