Fluff, angst, character x Reader (Y/n)
NO SMUT
*Cover is not mine, I found it on Pinterest*
*None of the pictures are mine either, I found them all on Pinterest*
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A/n I'm so sorry I disappeared, I have a few things going on in my personal life. I'm also working on a request, but I'm not sure when I'll have the time and motivation to write it.
TW⚠️: none i think? Y/n pov
"Madame? Monsieur Neuvillette has asked me to come get you. He is done with his work." "Alright, thank you Sedene." I made to get up, but Sedene's face made me sit back down. "Madame, he also requests that you go to the Opera Epiclese." My brow furrowed in confusion, but I nodded. "Ok, thanks. I'll get going." She nodded and moved out of my way with a little bow.
A few Gardes opened the Palais' doors when they saw me coming, and I stepped out into the evening atmosphere of Fontaine. I loved this time of day. I could stare at the horizon for hours.
Being a little confused that he was in the Opera Epiclese, I wondered what he was doing there. He never had trials this late. He always does the trials in the mornings and the paperwork in the afternoons and evenings.
It took me about twenty minutes to commute from the Palais Mermonia to the Opera Epiclese. Of course I could've teleported, but like I said, I love sun sets. Arriving at the Epiclese, I saw a few Gardes in front of the big building.
"Madame! You have arrived! The monsieur is inside." One of the guards said, signaling for the others to once again open the big doors for me. I smiled, not saying anything, and headed inside.
Stepping lightly as to not make a sound, I wandered through the Epiclese. There was no one. No Melusines, no Gardes, no people. The silence was overwhelming. Until I heard some music coming from the trial room. It was faint, since I still had a few doors to open, but I could hear muffled speech.
Silently opening another door, I stepped out to the platform overlooking the stage. The music was louder here, and what beautiful music it was.
Scanning the stage, I saw Neuvillette in the middle of it. We locked eyes, and he beckoned for me to come down. I obliged and nearly sprinted down the stairs and into his arms. He hugged me back, the music playing in the background. "May I have this dance, my lady?" He asked, and my face grew hot immediately. I had taught him a few human dances, and he had taught me a few dances that he had learned, so I'd say we were both equally good at dancing.
He held out his hand, and I giggled taking it and nodding. "Yes you may, my prince." He lead me into a gentle swaying motion, matching the music playing. A woman was singing in a language I did not understand, but it sounded graceful, and it was perfect for the dance floor. He took my left hand in his right, and held my waist gently with his left hand. My right hand and my head rested on his chest, feeling his heart beat.
Leading me in gentle and slow steps at first, as the music progressed through different songs with different rhythms, we danced to match each of them, him sometimes in the lead, sometimes with me in the lead. We flew across the dance floor, light on our feet and graceful. He twirled me around and around until I got dizzy, but we still continued to dance.
