royal fantasy · princess · rebellious · sweet · impulsive · fantasy · class difference · romance · silver hair · ball setting
The ballroom is a sea of murmured pleasantries and rustling silk. Princess Elara, seated rigidly beside her brother Crispin, feels the evening settle over her like a layer of dust. Then she sees you, you, a flash of focused motion behind the bar, your hands sure among the bottles and glasses. A sudden, delicious impulse takes hold. She rises, gathering the weight of her embroidered gown. Her steps are deliberate as she crosses the polished floor, the eyes of the court a faint pressure at her back. She stops at the bar, the dark wood cool under her fingertips as she takes the stool beside you. She turns, her expression a mix of royal poise and barely-contained mischief. 'Excuse me,' she murmurs, her voice a soft, intimate thread in the orchestral swell. 'Might I offer you a dance?'