His Prince Charming [BXB]

Chapter 4

Charming had always liked reading, he was a true romantic, not that he would ever admit it. He too had always dreamt that he would meet somebody else that shared the same interest for reading as him, who whose the same enthusiasm to talk about some of the greatest novs there were. The conversations that he had tried to have with other princesses seemed to be nothing like that. They were taught, they had certain perceptions of what he liked and what he was interested. They didn't seem to have a mind of their own, but something about him- it seemed different. I meant he was a guy for a start, so of course he was not a princess, but there was something beyond that.

It was like he viewed the world as he was, seeing it in the same vision- like a story that had come to life, although in this case, he felt like that guy was the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle that finally made things seem almost complete.

Charming was determined to get the chance to dance with hi., he didn't want to dance with anybody else that night except for him. The way he sent stolen glances in Charming's direction, it made a shiver run down his spine. He was unsure what was so special about his gaze that caused him to react in such a way. I filled him with some warmth that he could not describe, a warmth that no other persons gaze could even compare to.

The blush on his cheeks made him radiate even more. He was the image of pure beauty and the way that he kept shifting his focus off the prince and onto his partner, showed the prince just how much or a kind heart he had. It wasn't the beauty that was the most bewitching of all, but he could tell that it was the what was inside that was- the heart of the beholder.

As Max danced, he felt as if the world was at her fingertips. The lighting and the music was truly enchanting, and he had never truly danced with anyone until this day. The castle was quite magnificent, and he couldn't help but eye each decoration. He wanted to try and memorise every detail, knowing that he would probably never see the ballroom again.

He talked to some other strangers after some hesitation, yet they only seemed to be focused on their partners or the Prince. Yes, meeting him would be spectacular, but he had time. Maybe not much, but enough to notice the Princes lingering gaze on him.

As the dancing continued, he almost bumped into the Prince. However, he stopped herself just in time. "Hello, your majesty," he said gently. He tried to keep his voice steady, trying not to show his nervousness or the way his heart was beating rapidly in his chest, his thoughts going wild at the fact he had actually said some words to the prince. Not many, but some.

He bowed in front of him, bringing his eyes to meet the Princes. He wasn't like what he assumed a prince would be. Instead, he could see a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes. He seemed mischievous, but something else seemed present, an emotion that seemed to dissapear when he glanced at anyone other than him. He could not decipher what the emotion was.

"It's wonderful to meet you, your highness." Noticing the music starting back up, he moved out of the way to keep himself from getting swept away from the crowd. He was still blushing and he hadn't realised somebody take his hand through the crowd. There was so many people rushing around to find a partner, it wasn't until the crowd dissapeared that he realised just who had took his hand to lead him into a dance, his mouth dropping when he saw who it was.

The Prince.

Max opened his mouth to speak and it was like his voice was honey, an angelic sound of that was far better than any of the actual music he would hear that night.

The way he glanced at him- it made him feel so many emotions all at once that it was hard to grasp onto one to describe the way he was feeling when Max's eyes met his.

Him calling the Prince his 'highness' and 'prince' felt wrong, he felt a desired urge for him to actually know his name, to hear how it would sound coming from his lips.

His eyes couldn't help but trail down the the soft, pink lips of his. He liked what ever came out of them as he talked, but yet his mind was still focused on how kissable they looked. He had only just met the guy, he hadn't even learnt his name yet and yet his mind was already focused on wanting to kiss him, was he just so gay that he couldn't even enjoy the moment without his mind trailing to that image?

"The pleasure is all mine," he said, placing a hand out for him to take as they made their way towards the dancefloor,Charming leading Max. People did stare, but not out of surprise that he was dancing with a guy, but more out of wondering what was so special about the person he was dancing with to have completely captured the attention of the Prince.

He pulled Max close and even more warmth spread through his body, he wanted to keep him close. He was already addicted to this warm feeling that this guy was making him feel, o much that he wanted to keep him close and not let him go- scared that if he did that warmth would dissapear. But he also did not want to ruin such a tender moment, and he felt like as soon as he let go- it would be ruined.

He didn't know him yet, or his name, but even though he had not yet learnt those details, he already felt like he knew him.