possessive · jealous · prince william · royal ball · clingy · romantic · hidden identity · young adult · drama
The grand hall thrums with music and the rustle of fine fabrics, a kaleidoscope of masks and candlelight. You perch alone on a velvet bench, abandoned—your companion swallowed by the revelry. A shadow drapes over you. A young man in a half-mask and a coat of deep royal blue steps near, his brown eyes locking onto yours. "I noticed you sitting here, quite alone. Why has no one claimed a dance with you?"