A/N: Soo... I ended up taking a REALLY long break. Burn out is a legit problem and I wanted to prevent it. Thanks everyone for the support on this story. I see every upvote and comment. Let's continue!
The party is almost overwhelming at first. Demons in all sorts of attire dance and chat across the ballroom. A band plays on a stage in the back. It's loud. It's crowded. It's... exhilarating, but in a bad way. You stand in the doorway, arms crossed, looking over the crowd. Someone pushes towards the front. Nervous, you watch them. It's Ghirahim. With a sigh of relief, your shoulders relax, and you overlap your hands in front of your skirt as elegantly as possible. He's in a dark red tuxedo with a black undershirt and tie. It's strange seeing him in more natural clothing. His obsidian crown rests comfortably and confidently on his head. You walk towards him.
"(Y/n), is that really you?" he teases.
"Your majesty,"
You suppress a grin as you curtsey. He gives you a small nod, careful to keep his crown on.
"This is quite some ball," you say, looking around once again.
"I expect nothing but the best," he replies.
You try to avoid making eye contact with him, yet as you avoid his gaze, the tension between you and him grows.
"You look absolutely stunning, as if you've done this sort of thing before," he compliments.
"Why thank you," you reply, blushing and looking down.
He looks you over again, still in awe. Your cheeks redden. The sun has completely set by now. Large chandeliers sparkle over the ballroom. Their candles flicker. Ghirahim places his hands in his pants pockets awkwardly. You look up.
"Shouldn't you be dancing with someone or talking politics?" you ask.
"That's what Alcestis, the royal advisor, said. But it's hard to be at ease with the assassination attempt this morning," he replies.
You nod awkwardly.
"Alcestis says I need to be looking for a romantic partner. Can you believe that?" Ghirahim chuckles.
"O-oh, well, I... umm..." you stammer.
"I guess he's right," he sighs.
Unsure what to say, you turn your gaze downward again. Someone approaches Ghirahim. You look up. The red Bokoblin speaks to Ghirahim for a moment, throwing weary glances in your direction every now and then. Ghirahim nods and turns to you.
"I apologize, but I must get going for now. I'll find you later. For now, enjoy yourself," he says.
"Alright," you reply.
He walks off with the Bokoblin. You purse your lips as you watch him get enveloped into the crowd. Arms crossed yet again, you look around. There's an empty corner right next to the food table. You pick up your skirt and walk over to grab something to eat.
Ghirahim's POV: 30 minutes later
Culann cannot stop talking for the life of him. It seems to take forever before I can excuse myself and pull away. But even then, I'm not done. Countless people stop me to talk. A woman asks me to dance. I oblige, as is my job, no matter how awkward it is for me. She asks me questions nearly the entire time. I dismiss myself after the song ends. After seeing me dance with a total stranger, more people start asking me to join them. Normally I love being the center of attention, but this is weird. At least they all seem to be having a good night...
The dancefloor has mostly cleared for the few couples that are in the act. That means even more eyes are on me and even more people are waiting for their opportunities to ask me for a dance. Everyone used to ignore me at parties. I switch partners. Alcestis stands off to the side and lifts his glass in my direction before taking a sip. I glance away, exasperated. None of my dance partners are my type. I don't connect with one in the seemingly endless mob. Do I really have to find one to take home? A sigh escapes my lips.
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