The Swan Lake | [Prince Daniel X Reader]

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The bakery's exterior, adorned with rustic wooden accents and vintage signage, exuded warmth and invitation. The facade's soft golden hue glowed warmly in the sunlight, while intricate ironwork above the door added a touch of elegance. A pair of curious children, their faces aglow with excitement, dashed toward the bakery's window. Inside, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), resplendent in her blue and white dress, captivated the children's attention. The fitted bodice, cinched at her slender waist, highlighted her curves, while the corset-style top emphasized her generous bosom. The flowing cotton skirt fell in soft folds around her ankles. Her white high-heeled dress shoes added a touch of sophistication.

(Y/N)'s beautiful (Y/H/C) tresses cascaded down her back, partially pulled back, framing her face. Her bright smile illuminated the window display as she carefully placed a succulent raspberry pie on the sill. Catching the children's gaze, she waved warmly, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

(Y/N) glided effortlessly across the bakery, her blue and white dress swirling like a summer breeze. She waltzed, humming a lively tune, as she transported the plate of golden-brown bread rolls to the display counter. The bakery's warm aroma enveloped her: sweet pastries, freshly baked bread, and the hint of brown sugar. Her white heels tapped rhythmically on the hard wooden floorboards.

As she set the tray down, (Y/N)'s movements transitioned seamlessly into an impromptu dance. Twirling amidst the rustic shelves and wooden counters, her laughter echoed through the bakery. Her loose locks bounced with each step, the soft light filtering through the window highlighted her joyous expression. Her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled like polished gemstones, shining bright with happiness.

(Y/N)'s carefree pirouette halted abruptly as she spotted her father standing in the doorway, a warm smile on his face. "Oh! Papa," she exclaimed, her cheeks flushing. He presented her with a plate of steaming cookies, their sweet fragrance wafting upward. "(Y/N), you're a wonderful dancer," he said, admiration shining in his eyes. "You should go to the village dances with your sister." His suggestion ignited a spark of excitement within (Y/N), her face aglow with anticipation.

Her cheeks flushed a pretty rose colour, her voice barely above a whisper. "And have everybody stare at me? I-I couldn't." Her slender fingers toyed with the plate's edge, her (Y/E/C) eyes downcast. The bakery's warm light danced across her face, highlighting the delicate features.

The baker's kind smile reassured his daughter. "Ah, but you'd have fun and-" His words trailed off, replaced by a sudden urgency. A whiff of something burning wafted through the air, capturing his attention. His eyes widened, and he hastened toward the oven. "Oh! The cornbread!" he exclaimed, his hands moving swiftly to rescue the threatened loaf. (Y/N)'s gaze followed her father, concern etched on her face before she giggled. Meanwhile, her fingers subtly wrapped around a still-warm sugar cookie from the plate, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Her father's chuckle filled the bakery as he expertly salvaged the cornbread. (Y/N) savoured the cookie's sweetness, her eyes closing in rapture. "Mmm. You work too hard, Papa," she whispered, gratitude shining in her eyes. The baker smiled warmly as she placed a kiss on his leathery cheek. "What can I do? You and Marie keep eating the inventory."

Outside the bakery window, a vibrant splash of long orange braids caught (Y/N)'s attention. A daring rider, astride a majestic black steed, galloped into town, mane and tail flowing like silk. The horse's muscles rippled beneath its glossy coat as it soared over a tangled pile of brambles, hooves barely clearing the obstacle. (Y/N) gasped, her eyes wide with wonder.

As the horse halted outside the bakery, she rushed out, curiosity getting the better of her. Marie, her older sister, flashed a mischievous grin, her orange tresses spilling from beneath her riding hat. "Any faster and you'll be flying!" (Y/N) exclaimed. Marie's laughter echoed through the street. "That's the idea! Come on, I'm heading out again, you'll love it!"