Not A Myth {OC Wolf Male Reader x OC Princess Female Reader}

Chapter 4: Ball Night (Amiera Pov)

Your ball dress...

Part 1:

I sat on my bed watching the maids and my mother run around my room looking for things, so I stood up and went over to the mirror to look at myself.

"The dress we need to put the dress on!" My mother shouted running over to me.

The maids carefully picked up my poofy dress and lifted it up over my head, while I put my arms up and through the sleeves.

"Woah this dress is so pretty" I said.

I ran my hands down the dress feeling the soft material being smoothed out, while the maid tied the back up and floofed out the bottom of my dress.

"I'll meet you down stairs sweetie" my mother says kissing my cheek.

Once she left I applied make up and my jewellery on, agh I'm so nervous... I left my room and followed the voices to the stairs. I looked down at the people that had stopped talking and all eyes were on me, I began walking down the stairs with my dress trailing behind me.

"Presenting Princess Amiera of Braylshire!" The man announced.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and everyone moved out the way as I walked towards my parents, I stood next to my mother and everyone went back to doing their own thing.

"You look beautiful" my father says.

"Thank you" I said bowing.

The music softly played in the back but the band stopped the music and held a mic in his hand.

"Excuse but the king and princess will now have the first dance so please make space for dancing" The band leader says through the mic.

My father held out his hand and I took it, I walked down the steps and out onto the dance floor. He put his hand on my waist and the other one held my hand and I put my hand on his arm because I was too short to put it on his shoulder. The music started and my father started swaying me in different directions, I tried to keep up and my dress kept getting in my way.

"Thank you for the dance" I said bowing once the song stopped.

My father bowed too and took me off the dance floor, I stood there awkwardly as people were dancing and chatting. I sat down on my father throne and watched as my parents danced, but my attention was pulled away from them when a man around my age went down on one knee and bowed.

"May I have this dance princess?" He asks holding his hand out.

"You may" I replied standing up.

He stood up and I gasped seeing his handsome face, he held his hand out and I took his warm hand. I followed him out onto the dance floor and held his hand and arm, while he tightly wraps his arm around my waist making me gasp as he pulled me towards him.

"What is your name?" I asked as he took the lead.

"Its Prince Benedict of Hammington but you can call me Ben if it's easier princess" Benedict replies looking at me.

"Okay Ben and what do you do?" I ask.

"Right now I'm training to be a knight and to be the next king of Hammington" he answers.

"Oh nice" I said smiling.

"What about you?" He asks.

"Oh me I'm also training to be the next queen" I answered.

"Oh I see" he mumbled.

"Sorry I'm not very interesting" I said.

"Oh no it's not that" he says.

"What's your power?" I asked being curious.

"Um dont laugh but I can control food with my mind" he replies blushing.

"Ahahaha that's so cool" I said laughing.

"Really?" He asks looking at me.

"Yeah" I answer.

"Oh" he muttered looking away.

As I giggled, he pulled me off the dance floor and through the crowd. I was pulled outside and I watched him turn around, I shivered and rubbed my arms. Ben took his coat off and put around my shoulders, I held the sides and pulled it closer looking up at him.

"Why did you drag me out here?" I asked not wanting to be alone with him.

"Because I want to ask you something" he answered.

"Ask away" I said.

"Well I was wondering if we could spend more time together?" He asks blushing.

I was stunned.

No ones ever asked me that...

"Well..." I said.

Note: If you're stuck and cant think of any names just think of food lmao eg. Prince Benedict of Hammington (I thought of eggs and ham so I turned it into a name and place).