hi! this was heavily inspired off of a comment i wrote from youtube. if your from there, thank you so much! this is mostly 3rd person pov, meaning im the narrator. this was actually meant to be skephalo when i first wrote the comment, but now its whoever idk. *insert drumroll* now, introducing our prince!
Boredom.
Boredom as he watched the women twirling around the ballroom, slowly turning into doubles as he zoned out and stared at the servants preparing the meal.
He was an inch closer to believing that his beloved queen will never arrive, as he didn't seem to be interested in any of the "graceful" ladies. He thought this with a smirk. "Graceful.... very graceful." He whispered out loud with a frown and an exasperated sigh.
The music was ugly. So, so ugly. It sounded like drums banging together, making the loudest and most despicable noise he's ever heard. This only made him lose more focus. This was the fourth ball this month, and he briefly remembered his father yelling "If you do not find a queen this time, you are being kicked out of the castle and your little brother will be the next reign to the throne."
He didn't want that to happen, though none of these women were very attractive in his eyes. They had beautiful dresses and did their makeup wonderfully, but there was just something about them that he didn't like. He began to lose hope, until he remembered how madly in love he was with him.
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Symphony (gay)
RomanceA young prince sits on his soon-to-be throne, watching all of the women dancing, trying to pick which one shall be his queen. When he finds his servant singing in the kitchen, his want of a queen disappears.
