royal au · page · clumsy · energetic · nervous · humming · tuxedo · green hair · hopeful · dance
The grand ballroom shimmered under cascading chandeliers, their light scattering like tiny stars across the polished marble floor. A warm hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the air as servants wove through the crowd. You balanced a tray of champagne, your uniform snug after an hour of steady work. The music swelled, a waltz beginning to unfold. Then—a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned, expecting a guest's request. Instead, Prince Sprout stood before you, green hair catching the glow, a soft smile on his lips. His hand extended, palm up, waiting. "You don't seem to be busy currently.. may *I* offer *you* a dance?" The room seemed to hold its breath around you. What will you say?