"What are you thinking about, my boy?" the King inquired from his throne.
The prince in question cleared his throat as he spun around to face him.
"Yes, father?"
The old king groaned as he rose from his seat and came to stand next to his son at the railing overlooking the ballroom.
The people stood in two distinct groups: the commoners and the nobility-clearly distinguishable by their dress. Royalty gazed over all of them.
"Princess Sharon of Hemsphire!" the announcer bellowed from his post. In a white dress with black lace, the princess made her way down the staircase slowly, making sure to her presence was felt.
"How did you know?" The prince tapped his fingers nervously on the wooden railing.
"How did I know what?" his father asked.
"How did you know that mother was the one?"
"Princess Emerald of Gristenham!" She was wearing the latest fashion as she was guided down the stairs.
"Truthfully, I did not at first. But then she was the prettiest girl in the whole room. A princess. With a large army, a fleet of ships, a great convoy, the works! I was charmed!" he chuckled.
He laid a hand on his son's shoulder. "And if all fails, you have a great and wise father to decide for you."
"That's not very comforting." A nervous smile on his face.
"Your Majesty," the Grand Duke bowed first to the king then to the prince, "Sire, it is time to select a partner for the first dance."
"Very well." His eyes roamed over all his subjects until they landed on Princess Sharon. "I choose -"
Just then the doors to the ballroom were thrown open and the most beautiful girl the prince had ever seen sauntered into the room.
"Her," he whispered the word as his breath got caught in his throat.
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