[Honey]

He could feel the gaze falling on him throughout the dinner, and it reminded him of his first evening he'd arrived. However, the only gaze he seemed to be able to capture the attention of a single soul, the effects of his darkly colored gown still only affecting one. Fortunately, it was the gaze of the one he went fishing for that evening. In his search to catch the slate eyes once more, he hardly noticed the rest of the women rising to leave. Looking once more to find his eyes not met by the Prince's gaze, the marquess calmly stood from the table to leave with the others