새벽을 깨우듯 비가 내려 : @numberxix

Andreas scoffed at her initial commentary, finding it actually amusing in the middle of that musical chaos they were in; someone should fire those so called musicians and the one that hired them – oh, wait, that would be his father. His attention slowly starts to make its way back to the lady that stands next to him, features also covered and hidden from this pack of diplomatic wolves. “What kind of prince would I be, if my words were not kind, m’lady?” At the end of his statement, the crown prince has his gaze fully laid on her frail frame.

Times when he would have the chance to chat with her would always have a bittersweet taste. While she was quite a view to be observed, on the other hand, there was an invisible presence, an unseen hand, siding Andreas and pressuring him. “Their hopes were shattered.” The crown prince repeated her words in a quiet tone while nibbling on his lower lip, in hopes no sound would come out from them. In an unconscious moment, he slowly started to rock his body back and front, gaze lost and found once again staring at the ground before delivery his punch-line. He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. “Is that your way to say that dancing is not your forte, your highness?” It was only then that he looked at her, a small but teasing grin showing on his face.

Seconds went by, the music notes changed and so did the people and their dancing positions. Yet there he was, still looking at her. “Or perhaps I’m misunderstanding the situation and what you did was just to assure your self-preservation.” If his mother would to be there with him, she’d have smacked him; what he did was not expected from a royal member. And because the thought of his mother shaking her head and sighing in exasperation was not something he liked to have in mind at the moment, he decided it was better to say something else. Only the gods knew if she’d take an offense out of this and start a war for such a trivial remark. “Yet, Terpsichore or not, a lot of men in these room would kill for the chance to have a dance with you.”     

                   ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — She could practically feel the burn of her fathers gaze through her scull from god knows where he was situated. A persistent pull to make the right choices ; to be what him and the rest of her family expected. It’s something holy he’d remind her ; trying to hide the oblivion of a eventual lonely abyss from a naked eye : she was alone for many years because of it. (  —— & she’d twine herself in recognition for that. ) Though she still couldn’t let herself delve in bitterness. ( nor would her mother allow it either. ) it was always in their mind to watch her walk by the side of them, learning lessons in memory that she would pass onto her further generation. ( but oh how she wished love wasn’t so formal to her kingdom. )

              ❛ of course, but for other royals here, kindness isn’t the best of the occasion, they believe that what they want, they get, a mind clouded by power it is for many yet i’m expected to act as though i never saw it from them.  ❜ There’s still a small smile on plush tiers even if words spewed from them were what her parents would scold her for saying. But they wouldn’t wish to embarrass her on such a night. : a masquerade full of secrets hidden par delicate eyes —— it was a free for all but yet the flower was still restricted.  ❛ there was something in their eyes that told me they wished for something worse then a dance,  and i am not that type of princess.  ❜ Call her passionate, prude even with a cause, but there were some royals that failed to find dignity for themselves, merely about a lack of care that she’d never wish to bestow on another. Flora didn’t wish to have to prove herself with a show of skin, commitment & work was her virtue. 

            ❛ Yet still  ——  ❜ there’s a twinkle in her eye, a passionate heart set aflame in wonder, maybe she had been caught out a little.  ❛ I’m not the best at dance either i can admit, i do not wish to injure a fellow royal here.  ❜  cheeks were tinted slightly pink at the back hand embarrassment of the thought of failing to bear the grace she was expected to show ; she did not wish to bear the endless hours she would spend by the side of her mother chanting ‘ you’re a princess, therefore behave like one ‘ for a petty mistake. Dismay leaving her cold for those days til a day as such would come again.  ❛ Though please, do not fret over the facts.  ❜ Her head is shaking, a smile still wondering on pink lips, skin oozing a pearl glow. delicate ears picking up to a warm coat.  ❛ i know many do, but so many prefer to dance not for me, but for my title, hence you may understand my reluctance towards those other men.  ❜