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Once upon a time there lived a prince in a tiny kingdom. This prince was already past marriageable age and no matter how many blind dates his father, the king, set up he never showed any interest in one of them. The king was furious at his stubborn son, but since his son grew up sickly, he did not dare take out his rage on him. All the king wants his son to live a happy life with a woman he loves, but his anxiety of age kept growing in his mind.
One day the king heard of a valentine ball being held in another kingdom. They were inviting all women and men of marriageable age to the ball, regardless of where they were from to find love. The king thought that was it, his son had to attend, and he would find someone for sure this time. The prince wanted to make his father happy, so he tried his best when going on the dates, but none of the women caught his attention. He didn't know what to do but try his best. For his father he went to the valentine ball with his favorite emerald green suit, a fur cape, and of course his crown.
At the ball the prince found himself standing in a corner of the ballroom all alone. When he came in, he came in with his head held up high, but as time dragged on, he realized how everyone there came from influential families more so than him. The prince was royalty but from a tiny kingdom often forgotten. As the prince stood there contemplating his life, he started to hear people mummering.
"There she is. The Rose..."
"Omg look at her dress!"
"How bold of her!"
The prince looked in the direction everyone was glancing at and spotted her, "The Rose". The prince had heard of her, but all the rumors of her beauty didn't compare to what he was seeing with his very own eyes. He had heard of a girl with bright red curls causing a stir everywhere she went. Some would say she is a witch enticing people to love her, others would sing her praise of adoration. One thing that remains true in every rumor was that she was beautiful like a rose, so they called her “The Rose”.
“The Rose” the prince saw that day was in a stunning red, white dress. The top front of the gown entailed a dark gold bodice for the top half and a red/black patten for the second half. Upon closer inspection the red in the pattern were butterflies! This bodice was framed by two white feathers on either side and a bight gold outline on the bottom. The bottom half of the dress consists of a red overdress that went around the body and came to either side of the body leaving the front visible. The red overdress was outlined with black stars, as well as an additional bottom layer of white to add to the puffiness of the dress, and the final layer that was allowed visibility from overdress was a long puff flare out in pure white with a slit to one side allowing full view of her leg at certain angles. That wasn’t all. There were red roses scattered around, somewhere on the flare out, a few on the over dress, and more on her shoulder and hair. She held a transparent red shawl with its end black with golden stars in her arms.
After staring at her dress intently he finally dared to look up. She had on an elaborate feather ornament that had a moon, tiny clouds, and tiny rosy flowers on the fore front. The ornament was held in place by a two-strand pearl headpiece. She had on dark gold jewelry to go with her bodice, an earring and necklace that contained a blue green stone! The color oddly seemed like the color of his eyes! Or was it just his imagination?
“Yes?” he heard a soft voice say.
He had walked over from the corner of the ballroom to stand directly in front of her, “the rose”, without realizing it! His thoughts started to jumble at the realization. What should he say now that he had in front of him? Should he ask her to dance? But what if she refuses? She must have had hundreds of men ask her to dance, surely, she would refuse him, he was just a lowly prince from small kingdom. He looked around nervously trying to find the courage to ask or at the very least say something! He noticed the orchestra would be beginning the dance, it was the perfect time to ask. The prince got down on one knee, with a hand on his chest and another hand extended, he looked straight into her bright golded brown eyes framed by black eyeshadow and asked, “Would…Would you dance with me?”
Some time passed, what seem liked an eternality, before a voice was heard saying, “Yes.”
 BloodAngel95 · Wed Feb 07, 2024 @ 06:34am · 0 Comments |
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