The Changeling

Chapter 11

The outfit the tailor, Mr. Royce made is dark purple loose fitting palazzo pants that tie closed in the front with a dark purple ribbon, and a form fitting long sleeve black pullover shirt. The entire outfit is beautiful.

Leaving my bedroom with Arizona who is dressed in a pair of tight fitting black trousers, and a white long sleeve shirt. We make our way to the ballroom where the event is happening with mum and Eilonwy walking with us. Mum is beautifully dressed in a long sleeve burgundy evening dress.

Arriving at the ballroom, the servants are placing the finishing touches on everything as the King and Queen over see everything. The King and Queen are dressed in their royal clothing. Sol has dark blue palazzo pants with a dark blue tie, short sleeve white pull over shirt, and his gold ruby encrusted crown. Ensley has on a short sleeve dark green evening gown, and her silver emerald encrusted crown. Princess Aria has on a long sleeve, pale yellow evening gown, and a ruby encrusted silver crown. Kingsley, Eilonwy, and the rest of the warriors are dressed in their black trousers, and white long sleeve pull over shirts.

There are several tables of finger foods and drinks, a section for dancing left in the middle of the room with the tables lining the walls. The King, Queen, and Princess are at the table at the head of the room with an empty chair for me.

I don't think I am ready to be front and center, but I have to do this.

About thirty minutes later the ball starts with the King and Queen standing, gaining everyone's attention. There are three hundred people in attendance which is the entire population of Shaylah.

"Thank you everyone for attending tonight," Sol loudly says with a broad smile. "Tonight we will proudly introduce our lost son, and your future king!"

Everyone politely claps as they turn their attention on me as I am motioned by Sol to stand from my seat which is next to him. Nervously standing with my hands clasped in front of me while shyly smiling at everyone.

"This is Alaska, when he turns 21-years-old, he will become your King," Sol continues with a bright smile at the people and then me. "We are waiting this long in order to make sure he is thoroughly prepared to meet the needs of the people, and knows how our lovely kingdom works."

There is another round of clapping that is enthusiastic which causes my cheeks to blush a dark crimson.

"Please take tonight as the beginning of learning who Alaska is," Queen Ensley says with a bright smile. "Let this be the start of a beautiful relationship, and please enjoy!"

When she finishes, the servers begin serving the food to everyone, and when dinner is done an hour later, everyone begins to mingle. Sol takes me, mum, and Arizona around to introduce us to some of the people, and I am so overwhelmed with all who I have been introduced, too.

When the dancing starts, the King and Queen begin dancing together along with many other couples. Turning my attention on my birth parents as they dance, I find myself wondering when or if I will ever find someone whom I will share a love like the King and Queen have.

"Excuse me, Prince?" A light male voice says from behind me causing me to turn around even though being called 'Prince' is still strange.

"Hello," I shyly reply with a smile as I quickly take in the man's appearance.

He is quite attractive with his short black hair, dark brown eyes, he is around 5'9", and he has many tattoos that are visible under his white button up shirt that is tucked into a pair of black trousers.

"It is nice too meet you, Prince Alaska," he says with a bright smile. "My name is Spencer McCoy, and I am the Royal Advisor."

Raising my left eyebrow at him; "Will you be my Royal Advisor when I take over?"

Spencer's smile widens; "Well, that is your decision to make, Prince. You can keep me on in this position, or appoint a new Royal Advisor that I will train to take over the position."

"I am sure I will keep you in the position you are in," I grin back at him.

Spencer nods with a slight bow as he holds his right out toward me, palm up; "May I have this dance, Prince?"

"Of course you may, kind sir," I reply with my own bow as I place my hand in his.

Spencer leads me onto the dance floor where he holds my left hand in his right, and his left hand is on my hip as I place my right hand on his shoulder. We sway to the classical music is played by the small ten person orchestra.

"How old are you, Spencer?" I murmur as we turn. "You look too young to be the Royal Advisor, no offense."

He grins at me with a low chuckle; "I am 25-years-old, and I took over the position from my father two years ago when he retired."

"I will defiantly keep you on as my advisor then when I take over," I grin as we turn again, and I feel as if I am being watched by someone.

Gazing around the room so that I can see, and hopefully find whoever is starring at me, and I find Bronx starring intently at Spencer and me with a frown. Mentally shrugging my shoulders at his strange behavior since he is and has been annoying, but I will admit his annoyance has been slightly better since we arrived here.

When the song ends, Spencer and I separate when I notice a man approach us, and he asks for a dance with me. Spencer bows at me with a smile and a wink as another song begins, and I start dancing with this new man. For some strange reason, I feel empty and sad that I am no longer wrapped in his warm embrace.

The man I am currently dancing with is called Wilson, and he is the blacksmith for the kingdom. I am sure he is a hard worker with such an important job for the kingdom. He seems to be nice, but I don't feel as comfortable with him as I did with Spencer. There is something that I cannot explain about how I felt with Spencer's arms wrapped around me. For the rest of the evening, all I can think about is Spencer McCoy, and I am ecstatic when he asks for another dance with me. I don't want this dance to ever end.