Impressions
"I didn't think I'd see you tonight." Prince David remarked, rather surprised at the particular presence of his betrothed. They hadn't exactly gotten off to the best start what with him unfortunately, saying rather loudly that he didn't care how "fair" she was, he would marry for love or not at all.
"Queen Ruth has been gracious enough to show me her hospitality; I could never refuse a ball in my honour. Even, if her son refuses me." Princess Snow White replied extending her gloved hand as he led her to the centre of the ballroom. Her hair was up in an intricate bun, while her beautiful body was covered by a violet silk, neck adorned with a diamond necklace.
"I never said I refused you." He affirms, offering his most apologetic and sincere look as they bow, rise and then begin to waltz cautiously.
"Oh?" Her brow quirks curiously, cheeks blushing. "Then what do you refuse Charming?"
"This. Yes, we are royalty, but, why must they assume that we can't make our own choice?"
She nods; "I had exactly the same discussion with my parents."
He chuckles: Silver tunic rippling with his toned chest which she all of a sudden, cannot tear her eyes away from, at least until he speaks again and hazel eyes meet cerulean as he gently spins her around and then catches her again.
"Really?"
"Yes, I have no qualms about meeting someone like you and forming a friendship, but, anything else? We should be the ones to decide. Our hearts should speak."
"And what is your heart saying now?" He says, finding himself caught at her honesty and gorgeous spirit.
"Well, that, sweet prince would be telling." She whispers lips almost a hairs-breath away from his ear.
"I see." And then, abruptly the music stops and he feels her hands snatch back and watches as she bows politely and then scurries away to her chambers.
He notices his mother, in a bright royal emerald clapping and making an excuse for the princesses' notable absence but, giving him a warm glance, as if to plea silently: "Go after her."
"What am I doing?" She says furiously taking off her jewels carefully, placing them on the vanity table and attacking her laces with precision and suddenly, cursing the decision to travel unaccompanied and maid-less.
"Flirting with him like that?"
"I don't even believe in love at first sight!" She procrastinates not even realising the door to her chambers is wide open and he's heard everything. Struggling with the last knot she is grateful to hear the door click shut and what she assumes is a ladies hands helping her.
She is wrong. Wonderfully wrong, skin burning through the loosening fabric at the familiar touch she freezes in shock.
"Charming." "Y-you shouldn't- I'm undressing it's not-"
"I'm sorry." She blurts out sincerely, "What I said… just now and before."
"Don't apologise."
"Wh-"
"I may have been doing the same thing."
"You feel it?"
"I feel it. Princess."
"I wish I could turn around." She breathes as the knot comes free.
"Me too."
"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asks already praying she'll say anything but, no.
"Yes- you'll see me." She says sweetly.
"Goodnight Snow."
"Goodnight, Charming."
It was only when she was absolutely assured he was gone, that she said: "OH GODS. What a lovely man."