Time skip
Kana came out of the bedroom wearing a navy blue dress and looking super elegant. She looked at Jair and laughed, "I feel a tad ridiculous wearing this," Kana tried to avoid wearing dresses. Some people in the court would joke that she was actually a boy. "Shall we go?"
Jair looked up, and smiled. "You look beautiful, Kana." He said softly. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and offered her his arm. He hadn't meant to say that. Oops. He himself was wearing a dark suit that pulled a bit tight across his broad shoulders, with a decorative, but still functional, sword belted at his waist.
Kana blushed at his comment. "Thank you, Jair. You look quite handsome yourself," she blurted out that last part. She didn't regret it, as it was true but she was kicking herself for being so blunt. She took his arm and they walked to the thingamajig. (There's a word for the place, I don't remember what it's called)
Jair looked away for a moment. "Thanks." He said quietly. He held the door for her as the heralds announced her arrival. (Ballroom?)
(YES. Ballroom! Thank you lol)
She gratefully nodded at him and walked through the doors. (Also is it cool if we skip to where she asks him to dance jkjfhkfsj)
(lol np)
Jair was quiet, blending into the crowd, though never straying far from her.
(Sure lol)
Kana walked over to Jair with an obvious fake smile. When she was close enough for her to hear him, she muttered, "this place is just crawling with snobs. I'm so sorry I drug you out here."
Jair laughed softly. "It's alright." He replied with a small smile. "It's my job." He had noticed, too, that only some of the ambassadors had darker skin like his, and that many of the nobility cast him sidelong glances. He didn't care, though. Not too much.
She took a deep breath, wondering how she should make it up to him. "Are you having fun, at least?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Fun is not the goal here. The goal, for me, is to keep you safe. Are you aware there were three separate poisoned drinks? Two of which someone else drank, and they are now at the healer's vomiting so that the poison doesn't kill them. The third I took and dumped on one of the potted plants."
She looked surprised. "Really? Well, that's a lot more exciting" she smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Say, um. Jair?"
He chuckled softly. "Yes?" He asked, looking at her. His dark hair was held back in a small ponytail.
"Would you like to dance with me?" She tried not to seem nervous, but failed miserably
Jair smiled slightly. "Uhm…I'm not sure that's a wise decision, Kana."
"Because you're not nobility, right?" Her smile faded and she thought about it for a while.
"Yes." He replied quietly. "And because I am your guard, and the exact nature of that relationship is already being called into question by members of your court."
A mischevious look filled her eyes. "So what? They've already made fun of me enough. I want to dance with you."
Jair sighed softly. "Fine. One dance, Kana." He said with a small smile.
Kana's eyes lit up and a big smile was plastered on her face. "Really? Oh, thank you, Jair!" Her voice became a little squeaky, but not to the point where it was annoying.
He laughed softly. "Don't thank me, your highness." He replied, his voice carrying a warning tone. He gently reached out and led her onto the dance floor. "You can't thank me like that." He said softly. "I'm just a guard. You'll make people wonder, and the last thing you or i need is someone thinking I'm only your guard because you like me and/or what's in my pants. Forgive my crassness." He spoke quietly enough that only she could hear him.
Kana's face fell. She bit the inside of her lip and mumbled, "Who cares about them anyway?" She wasn't sure if Jair could hear or not. Either way, she didn't care. She was starting to lose her patience with people always telling her to be proper and act like a queen. Sure, she knows that she has to act like a queen when it calls for it, but constantly being told to act like a perfect doll was getting old. "Sorry, Jair."
"It's okay. It's just…the wrong rumor has the potential to harm both of us, in ways you might not even realize." He said quietly, leading her into the dance. He had one hand on her hip, the other holding her hand gently. His hands were calloused, and a little rough, from all his training.
"You're right as always," she softly sighed. A smile quickly returned to her face, however. She had always wanted to be close to Jair and not in a life or death situation.
He smiled slightly. "Always?" He echoed with a bit of a teasing tone. There was a small strands of hair that had escaped, hanging down across his forehead.
She grinned and slightly shook her head. "Almost always," she corrected herself.