//Krii7y\\ One Shots

The Ball (Pt. 3)

Jaren was drowning. Not in water, but in desperate, masked teenagers. Somehow, the fact that this ball was a way for him to find a partner had gotten out to the public, so now every girl and even a few boys were surrounding him, desperately trying to impress him. Every time he took a step, they followed. Even with his intricate mask on, everyone knew he was the Prince. At some point, two of the girls in front of him began to fight each other. All Jaren could hear from the fight was,

        "I'm his perfect queen!" Which was retorted by the other girl yelling,

        "No, I am!" They began to grab at each other masks and pulling at the other's hair and Jaren took a step back. With all of the people distracted by the commotion, he took the moment to step out of the main ballroom and into a small room that all the food was held in. He leaned against the door as he closed it and sighed loudly in relief. He opened his eyes after his moment of respite and noticed that there was someone else in the room. A man with a green and blue mask covering the majority of his face snacking on a piece of chicken. He looked up at Jaren, mid-bite and quickly swallowed. 

        "Oh, sorry. I know I'm not supposed to be in here, but I got really overwhelmed in the ballroom and came in here and then I saw the food and I-" The man spoke rapidly as he started to walk out and Jaren raised his hand to stop him.

        "No, no. You're fine. As long as you don't try to smother me in reasons why you should be king, we're good." The man visibly relaxed at Jaren's words.

        "Wasn't planning on it so... Hold on, you're the prince, right? What are you doing hiding in here?" 

        "Same as you," Jaren said quickly before walking over to the same table as the man and also picking apart a bit of chicken while taking off his mask.  

       "I didn't know it was even possible for royalty to not have fun at a party." The man remarked as he walked over to a table covered in filled to the brim glasses of champaign.

        "Well, when you're getting surrounded by a crowd of over 100 people all desperately trying to get your attention and swarming you, it can get a bit much," Jaren admitted honestly. He wasn't sure why he trusted this stranger, but something about him seemed familiar and welcoming.

        "Yeah, that's valid. But I know just what you need to make you feel better." The man picked up two of the champaign glasses and held one out for Jaren. He accepted it happily before holding it up to cheers the man. The man clinked his glass against Jaren's and they both drank it quickly. Once one was down, they each had another glass, and then another, before both boys were very tipsy. After about three and a half glasses, the man put his hand lightly under Jaren's chin to lift it toward him.

        "You know, I thought all royalty were just snotty pricks. But now that I look at you up close, I can see that you're very pretty too." Jaren smirked in response as he grabbed the man's hand and drunkenly led him to his room. With all of the guards, including Craig, watching over the rest of the ball patrons, there was no one to stop the two deliriously happy boys as they ran laughing through the halls of the castle and into the room. The moment the door closed, Jaren grabbed the man's face and smashed it against his own. They hung there for a minute before they got impatient. They moved to the bed and spent the rest of the night together there, in the prince's bed, lost in each other's body.

Ooh, there we go, another chapter. And the two finally meet! Sorry this took me so long, I kept getting super sidetracked and was working on other things. Also, to make this story a bit more comprehensible, can we all just pretend that the kingdom and the king and queen don't care what gender Prince Smither's partner is? Yeah? Ok cool. Anyway, I'm sorry if you're bored of this storyline thing, I'mma try to make more one-shoty one-shots if that makes sense. But for now, I hope you have a good day/night, and you are lovely.

Ps. Thanks for 7k reads. That's way more than I ever thought this would get and I'm still very confused as to why it has that many, but I am very grateful for all of you. You are all truly lovely.