When Oikawa and his mother reached the ballroom doors, the king was waiting for them. A guard was posted at either side of the door. The music could be heard through the door. Oikawa's mother let go of his arm and walked over to the king and interlaced their arms.
"Doesn't he look handsome," Queen Oikawa said to her husband.
"Yes, indeed he does. Now I think we kept our guests waiting long enough. Shall we?" he responded.
"Yes let's go," she responded.
The king nodded to the guards that pulled open the large doors to the ballroom. They stepped inside the ballroom. The music, dancing, and basically everything stopped as the King and Queen were introduced. The king and Queen descended the grand staircase. Oikawa was signaled by the announcer standing at the top of the steps that it was his turn to go.
Oikawa took a deep breath before stepping into the room. "Prince Oikawa," the announcer said. Oikawa began descending the stairs like his parents did. He looked out on the crowd and saw everyone bowing, in their colorful suits and gowns, except his parents who were standing profoundly at the bottom waiting for him to join them.
The ballroom had a color scheme of gold and white. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling lighting up the entire room. The orchestra was set up next to the dance floor. Opposite of that was tables and buffet.
Oikawa reached the bottom of the steps and was instantly swarmed by people. Many of them Dukes and Duchesses showing off their daughters with the occasional foriegn royalties showing off their daughters. Oikawa neverminded women or girls. He found them attractive and beautiful, but he felt the same thing about men and boys. He never told anyone this though afraid it would ruin his family's reputation.
"How about we go talk somewhere while kids talk and have fun," Oikawa's father suggested. All of the adults left him alone with a bunch of teenage girls that he did not want to upset. "Do you wanna dance, Prince Oikawa," one of the girls suggested. Oikawa did want to dance, but if danced with some of the girls and not all of them he would upset some of them. Not wanting to upset any of them, he thought quickly.
"I'm not really in the mood to dance right now. How about we go sit at a table? I would love to get to know all of you," Oikawa said. The girls all nodded their heads and followed Oikawa over to one of the many tables. Some of them sat in the chairs, like Oikawa, other girls were standing around the tables. "Prince Oikawa, do you have anyone special in your life right now," one of the girls asked.
"No there isn't, but I'm incredibly busy and there isn't much time for me to find someone special yet," Oikawa said. He wasn't entirely lying; he didn't have any one special, but he wasn't that busy. Oikawa simply has met anyone like that yet , and he was fairly positive that none of the girls here could be that. From what Oikawa could tell, all of the girls surrounding him seemed to only be here in hopes of increasing their status or forming an alliance with their country. That's not what Oikawa wants though. He wants love, not just some political marriage.
Without realizing it Oikawa zoned out the ladies' conversation. Abruptly he stood up from his chair, startling some of the girls. "Excuse me ladies, I have to use the restroom," Oikawa said. He began walking off, but he could hear some of the ladies tell him to hurry back. Oikawa knew he would be in no rush to hurry back to that table. He slipped into the crowd disappearing from the girls' line of sight.
Oikawa made his way to the balcon. He needed some fresh air. He reached the balcony and was overlooking the dark courtyard. Oikawa got lost in his own thoughts. He lost track of how long he was standing out there. A summer breeze blew through his hair.
Oikawa turned, leaning back against the railing of the balcony, to face the party. He was watching the dancers as they danced and twirled around the dance floor. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Oikawa even noticed some of the girls he was talking to earlier dancing as well.
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Love Story - IwaOi
FanfictionAn IwaOi Fantasy Royal AU based off of the song Love Story "Why don't you go in there to dance," Iwaizumi said, snapping Oikawa out of his daydreaming. "I wish I could," Oikawa mumbled. "Why can't you? Like I said earlier it's your ball," Iwaizumi...