The ball was extravagant, it was the princess's birthday after all. It was only right to make it as big as any other. Though, the princess thought otherwise, she didn't seem to think she needed such a fancy thing. She would've been fine with a family dinner, something just her and her parents would do.
But her parents never seemed to want to spend time with the girl, so they just threw a party instead. Hiding away to where the girl couldn't find them. She wasn't even sure they were in the room, or that they were happy she was their daughter.
As she danced with her friends, she felt it all fade away. Forgotten in the light of the ball room. The laughter of her friends making the girl smile and forget it all. Her responsibilities, who she was, what she was made for.
Until, a boy from another kingdom approached her. Smiling at her as he wore a navy blue suit, the cloth unmistakably flat ironed into the straightest form it could be. His brown eyes, brunette fluffy and curly hair that was messy yet he still looked so charming.
But she was cautious, most princes were full of themselves. She dealt with it too much and she was growing tired. She was sure that no prince would ever be good enough for her, that no one could provide the same care her father showed her mother. And so she was starting to give up, deciding to let it come to her.
And maybe, maybe, it had.
"Hello, Princess," the prince greeted. Kneeling in front of the Princess and smiling softly at her. "It's your birthday, yes?" He would play clueless, try to revive an answer. Try to read her every response. Slowly standing and looking down at the girl, despite her five inch heels. He was around 6'2, the girl was 5'4. And in her heels, 5'9.
"It is." She would reply simply, looking up at him. "Why do you ask?" She'd ask and he would smirk, unsure of what to say. Truth was, he didn't interact with girls too often. And the princess, she was beautiful, and unsurprisingly it made him nervous.
"I... Would you like to dance?" He'd stutter, making the princess smile. A small gesture to which the prince took notice, and he liked her smile. "Yes, sure. One dance." The girl said, taking the boys hand. "One dance it is." He replied, interlocking their fingers and leading her to the dance floor. "Tell me, why'd you come?" The princess asks as they get in formation and begin the dance they can never escape.
"My parents, they're supposedly friends with yours. Which is surprising, my parents aren't the type for friends." The prince chuckled, looking into the blue eyes of the blonde girl. "Yeah, my parents aren't either. Guess that explains it." The princess joked, she was growing fond of the prince.
"My names Henry. Prince Henry Arnod." He'd say and the princess smiled. "Hi Henry. I'm princess Ember. Not Amber, Ember. Ember Louhan." The girl would respond, looking into the prince's eyes.
God she was falling, hard and fast. And it scared her, she just met the boy. How could she feel such a thing for someone she just met? It made no sense.
"So, princess, how old have you turned?" The princess smiles, "seventeen. A year before I find my prince. What about you?" She asked, wanting to hear him talk to her all night. "I'm about to turn eighteen in a few months." The prince answered, "but I'm still searching. Well, I think I am." He said and the princess wasn't sure if he was talking of her. But the way he said it, it made it seem like it was her he was talking about. But she pushed it off as delusion.
"I hope you find her," the princess said. And the boy nodded. "So do I." He said and the song ended, he pulled away and smiled at the girl. "Thank you for the dance Ember-not-Amber." He teased, then he turned and disappeared.
The girl watched in disappointment and disbelief as he walked away. He looked back once, then smiled and left the palace. She was dumbfounded, no boy has ever just walked away from her.
