One Shot Collection ☆

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Your dress was swirling. The hand of this charming stranger was placed on your waist.  When you arrived at this social event with your family, you never thought she would find herself on the arm of such a charming man. His brown eyes expressed a deep interest in this dance. 

He had noticed you when you entered the ballroom with your sister. Your parents were in front of you, the king and queen of the neighbouring kingdom. Despite the masks, this was not really a costume party. Names were announced as their owners descended the grand staircase.

The young prince must have been taller than you by about ten inches, thanks to your heels. His white and blue suit suited him divinely. He looked like something out of a fairy tale. His hair was combed to the nearest millimetre, and his teeth were whiter than the cleanest cloth. His hands were calloused, like those of the knights of your father's guard, who often trained with swords. He looked strong. You didn't know his name, having arrived after him, but you already appreciated him.

The waltz went on and on. Normally, it should have ended several minutes ago, but it seems that the king of the evening ordered the dance to be prolonged. The young prince didn't notice anything around, just your eyes hidden by the mask, and your elegant smile. Your steps were graceful, and your body pressed against his seemed to be made for it. 

His heart was beating so fast that he was afraid you would hear it. But your senses were dulled by his smell of cologne. He didn't stink, he scented your heart with that delicate but masculine scent. 

Your parents had become close to the royal couple of this kingdom. After a few words, they agreed that their kingdoms would form an alliance, through marriage. Your sister was chatting with her duchess friends while watching you dance, gently laughing at your silly smile.

But this waltz slowly came to a halt, and the orchestra huffed and puffed after playing without pause for nearly fifteen minutes. The magic evaporated with the music, and you stepped back from your dance partner. You made the most beautiful reverence, and your stranger offered you the sweetest hand kiss. 

You trot towards your sister, a blissful smile on your lips, and she strokes your head gently, laughing at your euphoria. You grab a glass of champagne and take a sip. Another dance was coming up.  You scanned the room for your stranger, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw him in the company of the king, along with your father. They seemed to talk cordially, and your partner seemed very close to his majesty the king. His Majesty patted him on the shoulder. Perhaps he is a palace guard... 

"- I know what you're thinking sis, and no it's not a guard. They're all on shift tonight, no chance of one coming to dance."

You give your sister a surprised look. How could you be so dumb for a few moments? It was obvious that he was not a guard! 

You met the gaze of your mother, who was talking with her greatness the queen. She gave you a tender smile, before calling you to join them with a wave of her hand. You were about to join her, when the sound of a broken window resounded in your ears. Strangers in black robes stood at the windows, and the crowd of nobles stirred. You and your sister were carried away by the crowd. 

"- Mother! Father!" 

Your sister tried to call your parents, but nothing could be done. The people were too noisy, they were stepping on each other to reach the stairs: the only way out. Your sister's hand was sweaty, and after several strokes of the noble shoulders, her hand slipped from yours. 

"- (Y/N)!" 

"- Victoria!"

She was carried up the stairs, while you were thrown against the tables in the hall, not far from the windows. You were stunned. Your hand struggled to find the edge of the table so that you could hold on to it. 

"- Let me help you young lady." 

A hand grabbed your forearm, and you were pressed against a chest. The smell of it was appalling. 

"- Let go of me, you brute!"

 A sneer followed your sentence, and the breath of your captor made you nauseous. 

"- No, I think you'll stay with me, and we'll have a good time together, won't we, my pretty?" 

"- Get away from her!" 

Your eyes widened and you turned your head towards the source of that voice. It was your stranger. 

"- Oh my prince, but what an honour to see that you pay attention to me!" 

He had his sword with him. The young man reeled with his hand, before charging at your captor, sword drawn. The evil had no choice but to separate himself from you, to escape the prince's blade. He lowered his sword in time, and put it back in its sheath. He grabbed your waist and swung you into his arms. Your heart missed a beat. Sweet butterflies flew into your stomach. Your partner's face was exposed. His brown eyes were almond-shaped, and his jaw was defined. Thin princes are rare in this day and age, and this one seems to be not only healthy but also capable of prodigies. His nose was straight, and your eyes drifted slowly over his thin lips. He paid no attention to your actions, too busy saving you, his future bride. 

The fresh air of the gardens of this summer house brought you back to reality. Your arms tingled, and it was with undisguised relief that you saw your parents and sister standing by a carriage. The king and queen of this place were also present. 

"- My princess!" 

Your saviour let you down from his powerful arms, and you ran towards your mother, who opened her arms wide. The prince looked at you with loving eyes, a discreet smile on his lips. He was so afraid of losing you, his bride. The only one who knew how to make his heart beat as cold as a sword, who did not hesitate to take his calloused hand, who trusted him to the point of entrusting his life to him. Your father nodded to him, and the young man barely managed a sigh of joy: he agreed to give him your hand.

"- I was so scared, my dear..." 

"- I wouldn't be here without him, he's the one who saved me." 

You look back at the one who made your heart beat with just a waltz. 

"- My prince..."