Illi was used to people kissing her hand—not in a snobby way, of course, but simply because that's what people did. Even still, Davishire's kiss felt unexpectedly gentle and warm while somehow managing to give her goosebumps at the same time. Illi halfheartedly dismissed it as the cool night air soaking into her bare arms, but her eyes looked up at him with admiration and longing.
Nodding her head slowly, she repeated, "A few weeks." In truth, that sounded like a rather long time to go. She almost said just that before her senses caught up to her. Blinking a few times and snapping out of her daze, Illi smiled and instead added, "And I'm afraid you did just the opposite, my King. You made the ball everything I was hoping it would be... even if it wasn't exactly how I imagined it would go. Then again, it would be quite the boring story if it was, wouldn't it?"
Illi paused for a few seconds, still looking Davishire into his eyes. A mischievous smile spread across her face for half a second as she decided to follow her instinct. For the second time that night (though Illi had already forgotten about the first time), Illi went onto her tiptoes and kissed Davishire's cheek. She then finished, "You had better go before your sister decides to poison one of us. I'll be waiting!" Throwing him a big and foolish smile, Illi turned around and walked back towards palace to find one of her siblings.
