Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

2 ~ Prince Playboy

      I was already amazed by only the grand entrance of the palace as soon as I saw it. It was ginormous and glamorous! The polished marble floors have been cleaned and waxed. There were two towering pillars of marble, and an enormous oak door with carved, elegant patterns were widely opened for the excited eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. Guests in ball gowns and tailcoats were orating in a very pompous behavior in various conversations.

     I'm dumbfounded.

     "Wow," I remarked. It wasn't the first time I ever went to a ball like this, but it definitely wasn't as elegant as this! Usually, I went to formal parties that has very few people. Hmm... But I was wondering.

    How did mother get an invitation to Prince Playboy's ball?

   I'll mind that later. The only thing that bugs is what surprise does Mother had in store. It couldn't be something super-duper crazy like I will be crown princess by marrying that prince.

   Actually, erase that thought. Never in a million years would I think of that!

   As I'm back to reality, Mother said, "Now, dear. I want you to be on your best behavior. Your surprise would be ruined if you won't as good as the Queen herself."

     I cleared my throat silently as I remembered my etiquette lessons in proper speech when at formal parties, "Yes, Mother." I replied in the proper tone.

    The limousine stopped, and our chauffeur got out. "Here, let this hair flow." She said as she turned to me and pulled out my hair's tie. She styled it again into my usual wavy golden hair. "There, much better!Remember, best behavior, my child." I nodded slightly and the door was held open for us.

   I walked toward the grand door with several servants nodding their heads lowly. My mother and I curtsied, and the servants ushered us to the ballroom.

     There were plenty of important people in this place. There's Lord Linton of France in the left side, Princess Katherine of Spain in the right side, and et cetera. I felt embarrassed. For such a small citizen of London like me, I don't think I fit in with this kind of people. The servants was still ushering us further into the room.

     I wondered where are they taking us.

     Finally, at the end of the wide, long ballroom, there is a grand marble staircase in front of us. It had a red carpet that lead all the way up. That didn't made me surprise, however. It was the two most important people of England that were standing at the end of it, the King and Queen. I stopped when I realized where are we heading. We're both going to talk to them!

    "Lady Swift!" The King's jolly voice echoed my ears. "It was a pleasure to meet you again." He nodded.

   "Likewise," She curtsied. Hesitantly, I curtsied as well. Meeting the King and Queen is worth dying for, but with a "pleasure to meet you again" gesture, now that's a shocking line. Had my mother and the King met before?

     "King Rupert, this is my lovely daughter, Taylor Swift." She introduced me to the couple.

   I almost have a loss for words, but I quickly turned back to normal and curtsied, "A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, your Highness." I said.

    "Please, just call me–" The King is being cut off. The Queen cleared her throat to stop the King from speaking any further.

   "Remember what we have agreed, dear." The Queen reminded sternly.

    "Ah, yes, yes. The agreement." He said, looking at his wife. I glance back and forth like a little child confused. But honestly, I'm confused myself.