He sat down in the first table right after Everest did, Prince Beckert," he courteously took Everest's hand in his and kissed it. "The Solaria Kingdom is proud to have your presence here." He then slid back a chair in the table next to the Earth Heir and asked, "May I take a seat?"
She was seated on the opposite side of the table, a bit hidden by the bunch of flowers and forced herself not to slump into the chair and kept her back straight. Her hands were clenched on the table and she stared down at them. She looked bored but inside her mind was ticking.
Marc turned to face the other guest before he had the chance to reply to Everest. "Ah, Princess Argent." He stood up and bowed at her elegantly before taking his seat again. "Indeed. This server is the Heir and Prince of Solaria." He referred to himself before turning back to Everest, "And also, Prince Beckert, I'm afraid I can't recall that time. Maybe I was not paying attention to you or just did not care. I apologize." He said without any evil intention, but rather innocence, and somehow, it was easy to tell.
He put his index finger to his chin in a pensive fashion. "Ah. I think I recall now. My chocolatier didn't have all his ingredients so I had to send someone else to fetch them. Can you imagine? I was outraged for his irresponsibility. His chocolates are delicious and he made a double batch of them that day, so I forgave him."
Marc's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Do you Earth people don't have a Royal Chocolatier? I absolutely adore chocolates. How can you live without eating daily chocolate?" His eyes widened and he placed his hand over Everest's.
"It does indeed, Freya. Thanks for noticing." He then turned to Everest, "Also, bah. Do not mention it, dear," he told Everest as he cocked his head, "Let's not focus on that but rather your suit. It does fit your build quite perfectly. I like the material... may I?" He gestured towards it, implicitly asking permission to touch the material.
Julian had never been on for parties, mainly being force to come to this one by his parents. Now he was walking over to table 1, a black suit with a silk navy blue dress shirt under covering his body. Upon reaching the table he nodded toward marc before turning towards his sist and giving a smile then sitting in one of the two empty seats.
He stood up, walked over to Julian, took his hand, and kissed it, just like he had to Everest. "I've had the pleasure to meet the Lunar Heir, before." he told Sophie with a smile, "Not one to talk much, though. Very respectable." He then went back to his seat and sat down, taking Everest's offer and perusing the fabric of the blazer with his eyes and hands. "Cashmere?" Without permission, he continued with the shirt and ran his hand over Everest's stomach obliviously, "Silk?"
Marc blushed but felt flattered, "Of course I did," he gently nudged Everest before turning to Julian. Being known to be a very gossipy person, and one that liked to be in the loop of everything, he'd developed a very neat and specific hearing ability, "If what I heard is correct, Prince Argent, you may leave whenever you'd like," he smiled politely, not inviting Julian to leave, but rather trying to be courteous.
"Actually i can't leave... One of my parents rules for tonight." He fakely smiled at marc. "So now that it's out in the open... Sophia?" Julian asked turing to his younger sister. "How long did we have to stay?"
Marc almost choked on his drink as he didn't know whether Freya was being sarcastic or not, but some of his drink got into his baby pink linen shirt, "Ah," he muttered a curse in French under his breath as he looked around for a napkin or handkerchief to clean himself.
"17 years, and you never tell me any of your secrets, Marc. Except when you broke the chandelier when you forced the two of us to do a rendition of "Bop To The Top" and you insisted on portraying Sharpay. But damn, I looked good in a fedora when I was little."
He nodded in agreement, "Yes. That, but also, I have a deep adoration for textiles and different types of cloth. I had a hard time deciphering whether the shirt was satin or silk, but upon further inspection and perusing, which is, by the way, when I blatantly touched your stomach," he joked, "I noticed that the weaving itself was just pure silk. For the blazer, it really was just easy to tell from the color and feeling that it wasn't cotton, so I took a shot and figured it would be cashmere."
He thought of it for a second. While reading wasn't in his top list of hobbies, he didn't hate is as much as studying or waking up early. Attending Royal Events, though, was within his top 5, though and this made his eyes sparkle, "And do you find yourself to be, er, properly taught in the art of dancing?" Marc wiggled his eyebrows, taking yet another sip from his drink.
"My dear Everest, it's never to late to learn. Once it's time of the actual ball, my sweetheart of a cousin Freya and I will teach you how to dance, right?" He glanced at her with a smile, asking her indirectly to agree, "I've taught her a few moves, so she's definitely good at this."
"Please." He smiled warmly before actually standing up even straighter and his face looking serious as he turned to face Everest, "Actually. I'm the host here, and I invited you, so I claim that anyone that is in this table that doesn't know how to dance shall be taught how to do so today. That includes you, Prince Everest." He took a glimpse of Everest before his serious look melted into a grin yet again.
"Please." Marc made his adorable puppy eyes before looking back at at Everest. "And I'll make my chocolatier give you a ration of chocolate for all the Earth Royal family for a month. Good Solar chocolate." The way Marc said it appeared to be something so unimaginable that he was almost sure Everest couldn't deny.