Forever Changing (On Hiatus)

Chapter Five- Death and Coronation

A/N I AM SO SORRY I AM SO LATE!!!! I MEANT TO UPDATE... BUT I COULDN'T FIND ENOUGH TIME. IM SORRY FOR THE CRUDDY EXCUSE. (Ps. He's still fifteen)

My feet move perfectly to the beat. I feel the rhythm flow through me, and the next step always come out right. My arms tighten around the girl I'm holding, and I let go of her for a moment to twirl her. Her chestnut hair whips my face but I pretend not to notice.

Although when she is turned away I spit her hair out......

The music stops and I let go of Courtney.

She shoots me a smile and tossed around her loose brown hair. I carefully backed away. My ballroom dance instructor, Miss Abigail, comes over to me from the other side of the room.

The room is an extra large ballroom, with polished brown floors and high chandeliers. The ceiling is high up, with elaborate designs painted on.

She has long red hair, it's like I've seen it before, but I can't remember.

Dejá vù probably.

Today she's wearing a knee length loose yellow dress with buttons on top. The shoulders were transparent, and small yellow-green dots lined the edges. Her heels were red, the color of her hair, and about five inches tall.

Once she arrives to my side, she dismisses Courtney (a daughter of a servant, much like Michelle). Courtney gives me a flirty smile and walks out of the room confidently. I mentally roll my eyes, but gave a small smile to be polite.

"Ah, you've been learning well the past few weeks," Abigail tells me. "You will be well prepared for your Coronation to be king."

"I still don't understand why I need to learn how to ballroom dance," I complain. "It's in, like, about, five months. Plenty of time. Besides... I'm a GREAT dancer."

Abigail sighs. "You are a great dancer, but the next few months will be chaotic with plans. The Coronation is a great way to turn sixteen. By being king!" She says happily. "You will need to dance once you turn king and dance with your peers in the Great Dance."

"Why do we even need a 'Great Dance'?" I pointed out, clearly annoyed.

"Because it's a kingdom tradition." She explains. "All the ladies of the land, and some daughters of the neighboring kingdom's kings, will come. It's a great way to get to meet other people."

"Yeah, yeah," I responded. I comb my fingers through my styled brown hair, and sighed. "Well I'm going to go now."

"Bye," Abigail says sweetly. She walks me over to the the large archway that leads to the hallway. I step out and and look back at her. She waved me good bye, and I do the same.

I walk down the corridor and take in everything I see. The benches along the wall. The wood supports. The white walls. In a few months I would be seeing them as a king, not just a prince.

I turn the corner and bump into another person.

I stumble back and look at who I crashed into. A smile blooms into my face when I see who.

Michelle blows a piece of hair out of her face, and she adjusts the laundry basket in her arms. In the basket is a pile of what looks like dresses and undergarments. Michelle is wearing the normal light blue button dress, a signal that she is a maid's family. Her hair is up in a messy bun, with stray hairs framing her face.

She moves the basket into her left arm and tucks some hairs behind her ear. She lets out another sigh, and sets the basket down. I just stand there watching her, not paying attention to anything else.