Rapunzel | [Prince Stefan X Reader] ✓

eight

The grand ballroom shimmered like a celestial wonder, its chandeliers refracting rainbow hues across the polished marble floor. The air vibrated with laughter and music, as nobles and peasants alike gathered for the most anticipated event of the season. Tables groaned under the weight of a sumptuous feast: golden-roasted meats, crystal glasses filled with shimmering wines, and delicate pastries crafted into edible masterpieces. The crowd was a tapestry of colours, with gowns ranging from vibrant silks to delicate lace, each one a testament to the wearer's status and style.

Katrina sighed dreamily, her eyes drifting across the whirlwind of dancers. "Don't you just love it?" she asked, her voice barely audible over classical the music. Melody nodded enthusiastically, her gaze fixed on a group of elegant ladies. "Everything is so beautiful," she breathed. Lorena, however, remained unimpressed, her nose buried in the cage of her small arms. "I'd rather read a good book," she murmured, earning a playful nudge from Katrina.

Tommy scanned the room, his eyes searching for a familiar face. "Where is Stefan?" he asked, craning his neck to see over the crowd. Katrina pointed discreetly toward the balcony, where a lone figure stood gazing out into the night. "Over there," she whispered. King Frederick, resplendent in his formal attire, approached his son, a hint of amusement on his face.

"Son, why aren't you out dancing?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Stefan turned, his eyes shining with a mix of bashfulness and confidence. "I'm...waiting for someone," he replied, his voice steady. He stood tall, his broad shoulders squared in a tailored blue and gold coat, its intricate embroidery glinting in the candlelight. His boots, polished to a mirror finish, reflected the colors of the ballroom, and a subtle smile played on his lips, as if he held a secret.

As the king's gaze lingered on his son, a flicker of understanding passed between them. Stefan's eyes never wavered, his focus fixed on some unseen point beyond the balcony. The night air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, as if the very fate of the evening hung in the balance, waiting for the arrival of the mysterious someone who had captured Stefan's heart.

King Frederick's expression softened, curiosity etched on his face. "Oh... and what makes this girl so special?" he asked, his voice tinged with amusement. Stefan's smile deepened, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Oh... she likes me, not my crown." He laughed quietly, and added, "She doesn't even know I'm the prince."

King Frederick's eyebrows rose, surprise mingling with interest. "I'd like to meet her," he said, his voice filled with a warm, genuine tone. Stefan's face lit up with excitement, his shoulders relaxing. "Just be yourself, Father," Stefan advised, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She's not impressed by titles or wealth. She's...different."

King Frederick chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "I think I'm going to enjoy meeting this young woman," he said, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. Stefan's pearly-white grin broadened, his heart swelling with hope. Just then, the orchestra's music swelled, and the ballroom's doors swung open, admitting a flurry of late arrivals. Stefan's gaze drifted toward the entrance, his blue eyes scanning the crowd, searching for a glimpse of golden hair and a shimmering pink gown.

In the dark, damp of night, Hugo strained against the heavy chains binding him to the cold stone wall. His powerful wings beat wildly, the metal links rattling in protest, but they held fast. Sweat dripped from his brow, his eyes blazing with fury and desperation. Suddenly, a tiny, iridescent form fluttered into the dimly lit space. Penelope settled next to Hugo's shoulder, her delicate wings humming softly. "Father..." Penelope whispered, her voice trembling with concern. Hugo's gaze snapped toward her, his eyes flashing with anger and disappointment.

"You..." he groaned, his deep voice laced with pain. "I expected more from you." Penelope's tiny hands reached out, touching Hugo's cheek, but he jerked away, his expression unyielding.