The Prince had danced with his fair share of noblewomen. The music played loudly over the sounds of people talking and glasses clinking. You could barely hear the man in the corner swearing at his mistress in a drunken rage or the complaints of the servants who were constantly cleaning after the messy drunkards about the ballroom. The Prince, laughing at the jokes his associates would occasionally crack and dismissing the swooning dames, kept his eyes on his real trophy, Katalina, whom was busy serving drinks. He would take an occasional glance about the room and then continue to watch as she gracefully made her way about the floor and watched the skirt of her robes sway with the movement of her hips as she walked.
"You're watching that Peasant girl again, aren't you? " Pierce asked, running his hand through his Blonde hair.
The Prince nodded.
"How could you not?"
Katalina was curvy and her skin was silky smooth, betraying her low caste appearance. The Prince was fairly content with admiring her beauty but he lusted for her touch.
"She may be quite the looker but she's aggressive and disobedient. Not as easy to push around as the others. She'd make a horrible house wife. A thousand apologies for the brute that takes her hand." Pierce grimaced.
"None needed. She will be mine. I will tame her." the Prince said with confidence.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her begin to walk over in their direction.
"May I offer you a drink, my Prince?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"What I'd to drink, you've not in a glass, and it'd be improper if it was."
Katalina kept quiet and stood with her gaze at the glasses on her platter, knowing that if she opened her mouth to speak, she'd let out a long string of curses. The Prince smirked and waved a hand, dismissing her, and watched as she walked away.
"Neffarius, my son, come greet our guests." the king called.
The Prince made his way over to his mother and father who were standing in front of what seemed to be a family of three: An older woman standing beside a scruffy looking man one would assume to be her husband and a young female. The Prince smiled and nodded in their direction.
"Always a pleasure to meet such fine guests." he said.
The young female courtseyed and batted her long eyelashes at him. She would watch the Prince as he spoke, occasionally twirling a Blonde strand of hair innocently and staring up at him. The Prince, ignoring her flirtatious efforts, searched the room with his eyes for Katalina. He nodded to his guests and set off about the room until she was in plain view.
"Such a fine Palace you have, my Prince."
The girl had followed him. She stood there smiling, her Blonde hair flowing about behind her as she swayed, albeit untimely, with the music.
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When In Rome, Do As The Romans
RomantizmA romance between a Prince and his servant is often frowned upon, especially when said prince is already engaged and the love of his life refuses to acknowledge him as more than a pest. No matter what he has to offer, jewels, money, and fine clothes...
