His hand is soft, yet firm against my own as they press against each other. The fire his gaze holds seems as if it wants to reach out and burn me with the intensity of his gaze. We circle each other in time with the orchestra's music as it fills the air. His other hand rests on his back in a similar fashion to my own. Our steps are quiet in their slow graceful stride, as if a sudden movement could cause this bubble of serenity to pop and wash over us in a cold, cruel wave of reality.
The music comes to a close as all the dancers come to a stop. In proper mannerism, I curtsy to my partner and he bows to me in return. As I attempt to take my leave from the dance floor, he grabs my hand. Music returns to the air as he pulls me into another dance. His fiery eyes are once more locked upon my own.
"Never in my life have I been so enraptured by someone. I simply must know to whom the blame should be cast upon for this feeling that has been thrust upon me. Please, oh fairest lady, tell me who you are."
His words seem almost haunting in the quiet, serene moment. As they echo once more through my mind, my eyes open and a gasp escapes my lips. Awakening once more, with nothing more than a memory of a dream.
I turn in my bed to face the open wardrobe, the faint glittering of the ball gown visible from its spot behind my other dresses. A sparkling reminder of that night, my night. The sun slowly slinking into my room is a welcome reminder of a new day's beginning, and I push him to the back of my mind. The process of getting up and preparing for the day ahead consumes me, making it possible for him to slip even further into the background of my thoughts. Part of me is saddened be the loss, but I quickly reassure myself with the knowledge that when I return to sleep tonight, he will return to my mind again.
Him, the nameless stranger that I let myself fall in love with on a magical night, but that was a different life and now all I have left of him are my memories and the ever reoccurring dreams of him whisking me around a dance floor, eyes never leaving my own.
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Pic is of her dress in the dream/wardrobe. Part two of the prologue is being typed and should hopefully be up today as well. No promises for chapter one though, I will be trying to make the chapters longer in this story than I have in previous ones. I'm also writing in a notebook before typing so it takes a bit longer to add on parts. Hope you will like this and be patient with me.
~Bri
