𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

masquerade ball || felix X reader

Prince Felix x Aristocrat Reader
[France Renaissance time period AU]

[you and a masked man dance in the ball
unbeknownst of each other's names]

Clinking of glass, scurries of heels, shining jewels, spinning ball gowns, and the sight of a glass chandelier. Reflecting all that was in the giant room, as the people dance under it like there was a new spring. Gowns, twirling like blooming roses. The ballroom, beyond brimmed.

Your ears muffled under the busy sounds, but payed most attention to the eloquent strumming of multiple strings, and the jolty sound of a grand piano. Syncing to each other like a matched puzzle. Suited in the finest clothing, the musicians continue to strum their instruments to their hearts content, as you watched people waltz under a chandelier.

"Mother said you have to dance with him tonight." Your little brother's head came to view as he stood beside you. Small and preppy. The tight crimson ribbon around his neck, making him look even more of a brat as he held his head up high. His eyes met yours; and just under that embezzled mask of his, it's color twinkled in mischief.

"I am not interested in such. I just want to go back home." You tapped your heels against the cold marble floor. "And...it's a pain to even stand in these," you complained. Feeling your skin squish unreasonably under the heels' enclosed space. "I just want to get this over and done with! I'd rather wear a thousand corsets than dance with some stranger."

"A prince, (y/n). You'll de dancing with a prince."

You scoff, "like that's going to change anything."

"I'm telling mother and father if you're not," he teased. Sticking his snake tongue at you. "Not like you have a choice."

"All in your favour, Auguste," you sigh, as your eyes scavenge around the ballroom—searching for the man you were assigned to wed under the name of your father's political amends. And as you expected, not one of the men you saw, seemed to shine like the diamond they described him to be.

"I can't even recall his name for Pete's sake. How does father expect me to marry a man I may not even know!?" You grab at your gown's white frills. Clenching your fists at the silk as if it would make your father change his mind about the arranged marriage. "Most dreadful!"

Your little brother looked over at you. Lips upturned and eyes, drowsy. A speck on boredom, eminent on his small features. The cheering continued as the laughs of the wealthy echoed the golden rimmed walls. Head, turning towards the musicians and the dancers.

Suddenly, "oh! I see him! Maybe that's him over there?" your brother called. Pointing towards the jungle of suits and giant tailored gowns. Your eyes followed his finger. Taking the courage to walk in your heels and edge closer to the crowd of dancers. Pulling your long ball gown above the floor, as to not trip so clumsily.

"Where? Where, Auguste? Where is he?" you questioned, squinting at whatever area the sneaky little boy was pointing at. Stretching your neck to try and see above the moving heads. But to no avail. "Auguste, I'm serious, I just want to get this over and done with. If I find out that you're just fooling arou—

you felt a strong push at your back, and start to lose balance. Trying not to fall, but trying not to get lost in the waltzing crowd at the same time. Eventually, your whole body swerved right into the crowd. Feeling yourself starting to get pulled along by the dancers; your biggest nightmare, coming into full reality as you quickly lost sight of what was going on.