ROYALTY

Chapter 11

Maeve and Lauren had decided on a cream ball gown, with a jewel neckline. It had stones from the starting point of its neckline to the waist area which had a black belt with a bow at the back, it had a black net flowing down covering the cream, but it had a spilt at the front that parted the net into two. It was matched with a cream choker with black stones with a cream and black heel. My hair was styled, all thanks to Lauren this time, in a French burn. It looked quite beautiful and kept my stubborn hair in order.

The hallway buzzed with noise from all directions, the ladies looked well some looked extravagant and others looked like. I would not want to get into the details, though it made me question their up bringing. I rolled my eyes at them and walked past, "brats would always be brats."

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I stood on the landing but not in the clearing waiting for the herald to announce me. It was decided that the ladies be announced according to title, so I was first with the other debentures behind me. I took pride knowing that a certain someone was at the back brooding and shooting me death glares since she was not the first today. Such were memories I treasured for life. I was so nervous; the ball room was filled with tons of people from all over society dressed richly in the finest silk and stain. I had taken a quick glance at the crowd just before the herald had shot me a nasty look, we were bounding, were we not? He managed to grab all the attention of the people in the room, I felt my back wet and my undergarments stick to my skin, it became quite uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and gave a short speech. He was noticeably a short man, and many a man had to look down at him. Even I was taller, that was one point of an advantage for me.

He had announced me, I gathered my skirts and made my way to the clearing, I looked at the crowd that was blow me. They had parted and made a circle around the room, except for the middle where the dances were to be held. The king and queen were sat on their seats alongside their daughter, the prince stood by the steps looking up at each lady that walked down the stairs, my gaze immediately locked with his, and I felt my insides go all marshy. An escort stood by my left and bowed his head. "Your grace." he said. I was forced to tear my gaze from the prince and look at my escort. I placed my hand on his and we walked down the steps like a couple. He led me to the clearing on the dance floor. Once he released me, he bowed his head and turned to take his leave. That was when I felt the whispering, the side talks. I could not get what they were saying but I could feel they were talking about me. I started squeezing my toes with my feet and tried shifting my weight from one leg to another. Trying to calm my nervousness, but it was not working. Usually, I did not feel this nervous in gatherings, I felt at ease but for some unknown reasoning I kept on picturing in my minds eye a set of blue eyes looking at me, waiting for my fall.

Once the last of the debenture was in place. The prince moved to pick the lady he would open the ball with, it was then that I saw the Lord Donovan. He was hot! Well according to how the maids had whispered about him. He had looks that could kill. His hair was styled back with jell, for some unknown reason I felt the urge to run my hands through it and make it messy. I still found his smile a little counterfeit.

The mighty prince Trenton stood before me and bowed his head stretching out his gloved hand for mine. At first my brain and all lessons I learnt during finishing school flew out the window but then the nagging voice in my head shouted. Curtsy fool, curtsy Or was it my sisters? They sounded so alike. I curtsied and placed my hand in his, the rest of the ladies walked to the side allowing the prince and I the space of the entire floor. The orchestras stroke the first chord, and the room was filled with the sweet, wonderful sound of the first notes of the song.

He placed his hand almost next to the small of my back and with his other hand holding mine, all the while we stared at each other. He moved the both of us with so much efficiency, so much potential that I was left with no option but to follow his steps, he did not drag or push or pull me but was very gentle with me. Keeping his hand on a specific position not going up not going down. He turned me for a spin and I then understood the reason as to why Lauren and Maeve had chosen this specific dress for me. I looked like a princess while swirling in his hands and I could not help but smile, the move was so fast that it shocked me.

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