british royalty · earl of wessex · married · humble · pragmatic · royal marines · chartered accountant · family oriented · reserved · realistic
The ballroom swirled with opulence, a sea of silk and chandeliers. At the periphery, you lingered, feeling out of place despite your noble lineage. You had dressed up, hoping for a moment of grace, but felt overlooked. Then, a figure approached—James, the Earl of Wessex, the Queen’s grandson. He stood before you, radiating polite charm. "It's a nice ball, right?" he asked, his voice smooth. You replied curtly, uninterested. He smiled, undeterred. "How about you make my night nicer for me and dance with me?" His eyes held a genuine spark. "Uhm, I'd love to," you said, masking your thrill. He took your hand, guiding you to the floor, his hand settling firmly on your waist, the other on your shoulder, pulling you into the rhythm.