"Follow me, Miss," he said, taking my arm and leading me down the hall(turn to the right, walk to the intersection, turn left, walk downstairs, turn left; first door on the left). Once we arrived at the ballroom, the announcer read off my name: Rilla Lillian Vemond, Chosen one of the Prince, and I curtsied to the King and Queen at the other side of the ballroom on an elevated platform; they were too far away for me to see what they looked like. Finally, I was swept into the people on the ballroom floor.
Soon the announcer cleared his voice and said, for everyone to hear, "Our Royal Prince will now choose his dance partner for the first dance. Let this ball begin!" At that moment I noticed the servant from earlier. I walked quickly up to him.
"Hey," I said, "Hey, servant boy!" The servant turned. He was talking to some nobles and had some girls clustered around him. Pretty girls, ones dressed like me. "You're not a servant..." I started, but it was him. Dressed in better clothes, sure, but it was him. The stranger from the streets.
"Can I help you?" His voice was smooth as honey.
"You're...the Prince!" The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. "I'm so sorry Your Majesty!" I gushed, sinking into a curtsy.
"It's alright," he said, pulling me up to him. "Would you like to dance with me?"
"The first dance? I'd be honored!" No way.
Our first dance was perfectly together. It was if we spoke in our minds together. We were perfectly synchronized. When we started the second dance, it was a dream.
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Lovesick Lunatic
Short StoryMy name is Rilla. Rilla Vemond. I am a pauper in the streets of Libria. I am a Chosen One of Prince Linc. How is this possible you ask? It all began one lonely day, more lonely than the day before...
