Multi-fandom Oneshots

Dancing With Danger {Niklaus Mikaelson}

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"So who dare you take home tonight, Miss?" My dear friend Madeleine asked me. I look at her with narrowed eyes, causing her to giggle shamelessly.

"I am a godly woman, Madi. I would not let a man bed me so easily," I tease. Though it may be improper, I see no man around to witness, allowing Madi and I to freely laugh as loudly as we want.

"What kind of gentleman will it take this time, then?" She asked lightly. We both turn our attention to the double-doors, and the party that was being held beyond them.

"No, no, Madi. Not a gentleman... something else." I smirk.

Madeleine and I walk into the ballroom, arms latched together as our eyes search for a possibly free man to dance with. Though I was eager to dance, I couldn't help but admire the room my father put together in our estate. The room was embedded with gold designs and shimmering silver over the white walls. The design followed up to the ceiling where paintings of men and women dancing decorated the space. Two chandeliers hung on each side of the room. Diamonds and lighting making the whole room sparkle.

On top of the light tan floors, laid tables of food and wine. Silks were draped over the wood of the tables and sconces hung on the wall above each table. A single candle to light the area.

Madeleine and I walk around the room, waving and saying hello to the respectable people of London.

"Drink?" Madeleine asks as I eye a man around my age. He was blonde, shimmering brown eyes. He was cute. He danced with a lady of the court. By the way their eyes stayed enclosed on one another, they were completely smitten. I smile and duck my head. Love was absolutely adorable. "Miss? Would you like to get drinks?" Madeleine asks again. I jump a little and look over to her.

"Pardon me, Madeleine. My mind was elsewhere. But not to worry, it's back," I joke. I lead us to the closest table to look over the wine list. Madeleine picked up her usual and turned back to the crowd. I rather liked to take my time and pick something new.

I am just about to pick up a nice red when Madeleine lets out a squeak. I turn to look at her wide-eyed when she grips my forearm tightly.

"Madeleine, mind your manors," I scold. She looks down at our arms and instantly lets go.

"I apologize m'lady, but look and you will see my reason for such haste behavior," she explains. I turn back to the crowd and my eyes immediately fall onto the count's son, Jameson, who I find already staring at me. I jerk back around to face the table with a gasp. Madeleine giggled quietly and faced me. "He is quite cute. Explain to me again why you won't give him a chance? Your father approves," she wonders. I finally pick up my drink and turn to her.

"It's exactly that my father approves that makes me not want him." I grin, bringing the glass to my lips. Madeleine sighs and looks back to the Count's son.

"Miss, your father is the Prime Minister. You need to marry someone of the same caliber," Madeleine reminds me. I down the rest of the glass and stare at her.

"I will marry for nothing less, then for love. I refuse otherwise," I inform her. She gives me a hard look.

"You know that is not how things work..." she trails off. I blow air out of my nose, placing my hands on the fabric above my corset. God, these things are tight. Why are they always so tight? I go to answer her when she lets out another squeak. "Miss, he's heading this way," she announces. My head snaps to where I saw him last and yes, indeed, he was heading this way.

"Let us move," I order. I grab her hand and weave us through the men and women among the crowd. Madeleine stays silent as I drag her along with me; which is probably for the best considering her opinions on my relationships with men.