'Oh, look, it's a hopeless romantic,' she thought as she listened to him. Why so intent on just one man? Did he want such a life? At least he was right about that being a 'weak point.' But commitment was commitment.
Before she could breathe a response, she found lips on her hand and an arm around her waist as she was whisked off. Dammit! She distracted herself! The other enjoyed the dance, unaware of her surprise let alone her discomfort. Alexis put on a smile, placing her hand on the Prince Libra's shoulder and pushing him back so his hand around her waist settled on her hip. "Keep your lips to yourself and I shall not rip them off, Prince Libra. We are having such a good time. Let us not ruin it," Alexis commented, a burning ire building in her chest. How dare he insult her in such a way? Did he think it 'manly' to treat her like a spoiled little heiress? A Princess was a leader, not a goddamn doll! It was a small thing but blatant disrespect like this made her want to fume. She could push it off but not again. Alexis concentrated on the rhythm of the music, moving along to it.