“ Promise you won’t laugh..? “ “ I would never. “ Trezan sighed in relief, moving but a mere inch closer to the advisor. The poet, with his wondrous way with words, spoke in a gentle manner. “ I.. I may.. have… “ , He steeled himself for what came next. “ As a bird sings his song to speak to another’s heart, I wish to say mine to yours. “. Almax blinked. Was.. this a confession of affection? “ What do you mean by that my friend. “ Almax stared into his eyes, Sunset orange meeting midnight black as he held it. Trezan flushed at the attention, shifting shyly as he elaborated. “ My.. The fabric of my heart has has been caught in your grasp. I wish.. to know if the same has happened to you. “ “ I see. “ Almax, as rare as it was, smiled. “ I suppose since fate has worked within its mysterious ways, I just have to accept this as fact, for I too feel the same. “ . Trezan’s face lit up at this. “ Truly-? “ he said with hesitance. “ Truly. “ Almax nodded, reaching out and taking his hand. The poet blushed as the adviser brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently. “ May I have this dance-? “. Almax turned his hand, speaking into Trezan’s palm. “ That, you shall. “ the smaller man smiled back as they waltzed their way back into the ballroom, Trezan playing the woman’s part in this dance for two.