Royal 5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

#4 Prince!Michael: Royal Ball

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The servants were given a weeks notice of the events that were going to happen in the weekend. The royal family was going to host a royal ball, and every high class family was invited. Though preparation was stressful and servants weren't allowed to attend the ball, you really liked it when the royal family would host such events in the castle. You couldn't participate, but you found it entertaining to watch from the sidelines. "Time to wake up your majesty," you said while opening the curtains as usual. Michael woke up and gave a sigh before looking at you. "What is today (Y/N)?" he asked feeling slightly at a daze. "It's Saturday your majesty," you said while bringing his clothes and preparing him for today. "Today's the ball..." he says rubbing his eyes while you button up his shirt. "Yes, so before you have a night of fun, I must go over with you the etiquette of being at a party during the introduction-" "You aren't going to attend?" he asks with his gaze on you. You hesitated feeling a bit confused by his question. "Oh... I will attend, I mean, I'm a servant so I must make sure that the guests are tended to-" "No, I mean, are you going to attend, as in dance and all that junk like everyone else?" he asks. You paused and gave a small smile to reassure him. "No, I will not be attending the ball. I'll be too busy serving for the night," you said before helping Michael with his coat and heading towards the door. "Do you want to attend the ball? I can do something about it you know," he says. You stopped and turned around. "I couldn't accept that your majesty. You are too kind...I'll be fine," you said before opening the door. "Speaking of which, do you know how to dance for the ball?" you asked. "U-Uhm...No," he says. "Okay, I must teach you how to dance; it is essential you know how to since there will be a lot of high class duchesses there that have high hopes to have the first dance with you," you said. "Really?" Michael says raising his eyebrows and grinning at the thought. You felt a bit irritated from his reaction and turned your attention to the side. "That is, if you don't step on their feet," you said bluntly, and his expression changed slightly... After breakfast, you and Michael headed to the ball room. You acted out scenarios of what would happen that night. You recited the introduction and acted out how Michael should act when he was called before letting him try. After explaining the intro, you moved on to the dance lesson. "No, no, Prince, you put your hand on my hip, I put my hand on your shoulder," you said putting his hand where it was supposed to be. You felt a small buzz in your heart from his touch but shook the feeling off and continued with the lesson. He looked away with a blush covering his cheeks and couldn't look at you in the face. "This is stupid," he mumbles. "Dancing isn't stupid, it is an art," you said. "Great, you sound just like my tutors (Y/N)," he says. "I am your tutor for today. Now, move your left foot forward, feet together, move to the side, feet together, right foot back, feet together, move to the side again, and feet together," you instructed with the movements to dancing the box. "Good, now twirl me," you said, and he did but stumbled during the step. "Sorry," he says. "It's fine. It's a little difficult to do that and stay on rhythm," you said and started to count out the beats while continuing to dance. You then taught him how to waltz in which you had to speed up the movements of the box and turn while you danced. "You are turning into a splendid dancer Prince Michael," you said as he twirled you. "Well you are a great tutor, why can't you teach my other classes?" he says. "Well, I could," you said, and he stops you. "Really?" "Really. I was taught a lot about arts and politics, so I am qualified to teach you," you said. Michael gave a small chuckle and continued to dance with you again. "(Y/N), when do we stop dancing?' he asks. "You stop when the music stops. When it does, you give me one last twirl, let me go, and then we bow and curtsy," you said following with your instructions. Michael looked up from his bow and looked at his hand then to the side a bit frazzled. "Is this all for our lessons?" he asks. "Yes, I'll go prepare your lunch, and you have a few hours to rest, then around 8, I'll help you get ready for the ball," you said thinking of the schedule. "(Y/N)?" Michael calls out. "Yes?" "Do you really not want to attend the ball? Isn't that every girls dream or something?" he asks. "Prince Michael, I have told you this when I first started to serve under you. I'm a servant, and you are royalty; we are different classes. Servants like me just can't attend such luxury, and that is fine," you said before excusing yourself. As the sun started to set, preparations for the ball became frantic for the servants who were decorating and making sure the food wouldn't get too hot or too cold. You helped Michael get ready with his fancier set of clothes. You tamed his hair and took a moment to observed how he looked before messing it up and styling it again. "There, now you look like you," you said smiling at your work. You have gotten yourself ready beforehand as well, you were wearing a neat and clean uniform that was the same with the other servants, and your hair was neatly tied into a bun. You escorted Michael to where he was going to enter for his introduction. It started with his father and then his mother who were greeted by the crowd of people. You tugged on Michael's coat again and brushed off any lint before sending him off and heading to your station with the other servants. Music and laughter filled the ballroom. You made your way through the crowd serving anyone that wanted a refill or assistance in any way. You saw Michael on the dance floor waltzing with several girls who lined up for him. You smiled at him before being called by the king. "(Y/N), I'll take another refill," he says, and you exchange the empty glass for a full one. He chuckles happily before speaking again, "You taught my boy how to dance? You did a very good job." "Thank you your majesty." "Do you want to enjoy the party with everyone else? You can if you want, you have been such a great help especially to Michael for years." "That's kind of you your majesty. I am fine though. Oh, and I think it is a good time to stand and address your guests once more," you said before leaving, and he stands to cheer once more with his guests. As the night continued, you decided to excuse yourself from the ball room to take a breathing moment. You saw two of your fellow servants approach you but pull you into a room. "What is this?!?" you questioned. "It was an order from the royal family. Please cooperate with us (Y/N)," one of them says before holding up a dress... You stepped back into the ballroom feeling refreshed while wearing a dress that could compare to all of the female guests. Some stood in awe at the sight of you, wondering who you were and how they were going to approach you. "May I have this dance?" Michael asks holding out his hand. You looked up feeling a bit startled from his gesture but took his hand regardless. "You look beautiful; the servants did a wonderful job," he says looking at you. "I had a feeling their orders came from you...Why did you allow this?" you asked, and Michael hesitated to answer. "...Because, I won't have to worry about stepping on anyone's feet if it's you," he says as if that wasn't his original response. You smiled and continued to waltz until the party was over. Attending the ball was much better than watching it happen.