Your Majesty

04

A few seconds later a flood of people filled the centre of the room where moments ago Belle had shared a dance with who she had just found out to be the king of England. He was gone, somewhere within the crowd.

The orchestra was playing a more upbeat and cheerful melody, couples were now spreading across the room to dance, no masks, everyone knew who everyone was.

Approaching Belle was her father and brother, both with different expressions. Louis, seemed a tad drunk, and Francis had his same serious expression which was always stuck on his face.

"Isabella, I assume you enjoyed your dance? I would hope so considering how much money it costed me." He said once they had approached her, in his usual low and twisted voice.

"Yes father, it was lovely." She smiled.

"I'd fucking hope so, my little sister dancing with the king of England." Butted in Louis going into a day dream towards the end of his sentence. Following a deathly side eye from their father.

"Apologies father." He said, putting his head down.

"Now shall we get a move on, we still have countless people to meet." Francis said looking into the distance already spotting some of his friends.

"Yes, we shall" said Belle ready to go, but was suddenly stopped in her tracks. By a sudden presence approaching the three, a tanned, male presence.

"Your majesty, a honour." Her father said bowing and lowering himself  at the sudden arrival, slight shock in his voice. It was him.

"Your highness" repeated Louis doing the same.

Belle, feeling the need to impress. Crossed her legs and bent her knees, she went all the way down to the ground her so that her  ruby dress spreading across the hard floor. All the while keeping that same eye contact she has kept for minutes on end before.

"Your majesty" she said in a soft, and delicate voice. Before lifting her hand for him to take, he placed a soft kiss on her hand. She rose up again standing straight, starring at him.

"Lady Williams" he said with a cheeky smirk on his face, looking her up and down. Before looking away from her to her family.

He saw the resemblance immediately, her and her brother had the same eyes. All three had fair blonde hair, her father going slightly grey with age.

"Viscount Williams, and Lord Williams I suppose?" he said looking at the two.

"Yes, it is a beautiful night your majesty. The weather is prefect for a ball, we can't thank you enough for the invitation." Said Francis, he was clearly trying to suck up the the king and get on his good side Belle thought to herself.

"I didn't invite you, someone from my court must of. To many people for a king to manage Lord Williams, but I am so very pleased with the decision." He laughed. Cocky and pure ignorance, he fought he was better because of his title, more powerful sure.

"Well of course, must be far to much work for someone so far up" their own arse she fought but didn't say the last few words of her sentence. She spoke now with confidence in her voice, looking at him, him looking at her.

"My point exactly." He said, matching her level of confidence, she didn't feel nervous or intimidated.

"You must love your drink your majesty. This wine is exquisite, is it Daniels 1789? I couldn't help but notice from a waiter pouring it." Said Louis making light conversation while sipping his wine.

"Yes actually, it was one of my fathers favourites I'm glad you like it. I've found its very sweet, perhaps too sweet."

"All the condolences on regards to your fathers passing, we were heartbroken by the news a great man lost." Francis said sympathetically. His father had only passed a few months ago, this being one of his first balls as king.

"Thank you, it has been a very, strange few months adapting to the reality of it."

"Well, we have all the confidence in you, don't we?" Francis said looking at his two children.

"Yes" agreed Louis.

"All the best wishes, as always." Belle found herself looking at his eyes again, what was it about them why couldn't she look away?

A man suddenly appeared behind them, he was around Belles fathers age, with dark drown hair. High class you could tell by the way her carried himself. He was not there for Belle and her family though.

"Your majesty." He spoke once standing beside him.

"Finchester" the king dragged seeming displeased by the mans presence.

"This is Alexander Finchester a members of my Supreme Court, and adviser." He introduced him to the group.

"Finchester, this is the Lady Isabella Williams and her family."

"A pleasure" the man smiled at the three.

"A moment sir?" He spoke back to the king.

"Is it really that important that you would feel the need to interrupt such a conversation?" He glared at Finchester.

"The Spanish prince would like to speak with you sir. Regarding the agreement."

"Ofcourse" he looked back at her.

"Enjoy your night, I'm sure we will be seeing each other very soon." He spoke slowly, deep yet so calm. She felt under a spell that she had to pay attention to him. But all she gave was a smile and with that he was gone and they were back to their own life's.

The rest of the night was spent with Belle dancing to men she was not so fond with. Introduced to people, some she like most she didn't. But she couldn't help shake those green and cool eyes what was it about them?

They both didn't know. That was when the two were separated the conversation the king was taken to was of grave importance. Such importance that it would change the both of their life's but they didn't know that yet. Nobody did, it was all for a later date, late but rapidly approaching.