Harmonious music could be heard from were I stood on the balcony. There was a light breeze blowing to give some relief from the hot summer night, and it sent a shiver down my back. With my arms resting on the railing, I continued to look out at the graceful washing of the waves on the sand, and ponder why on Earth I had even agreed to come to this party. I knew my time could be better spent somewhere else, maybe painting, maybe training, or maybe just reading a book. It's not like anyone here knew who I was or even really acknowledge my existence since I had walked into the ballroom.

I admire my attire probably the only the good thing about tonight. I wear a long dark emerald green dress. It has a tight sweetheart bodice with cap sleeves and covered with a few pieces of lacy and many emerald jewels. The skirt flows out and only has one layer with a slit that comes up to my knee. I also wear a mask that matches the color and style of the dress. The green of the dress and mask magnifies the electric green of my eyes, which with the rest of my face is covered in light makeup. My vibrant red hair is done up in a crown braid around my head with some loss curls falling here and there. I do not wear much jewelry, for the dress speaks for itself. I feel confident and beautiful this being the first time I have dressed up in a long time.

I guess the one thing I was thankful for is the fact for once I am able to be out in the open. I even got to dance with a man tonight, though I got very disapproving eyes from my father. I know he just wants to protect me and keep me safe, but I have graduated from the academy. I am now a warrior and no longer will he be able to protect me. Though I know he will try his very best, him being the royal head of the guard.

Suddenly my attention is brought to a shadow standing behind me. I turn to see the man I had danced with earlier. He wears a black tux with a head hat that covers his hair and a mask that covers his face. He is looking all around till his eyes finally land on me and a smirk emerges from his face. "There you are. I have been looking for you since you ran away after our dance," he says as he approaches me, "Was I that good of a dancer that I scared you away?"

I stare up at him, for even in heels he seems to tower over me. "You are a very cocky. What if I told you that I ran away from how awful a dancer you were?" I say countering him as he stands in front of me. With this he seems mildly surprised and curious.

"Well I guess I will have to inform my mother that all those years of dance lessons were wasted," he replies playfully and steps up to lean his back against the rail beside me.

This makes me crack a smile and shake my head. I do not know why but their feels something so familiar about this man. Though I cannot but my finger quite on it. "I am sure she would be disappointed," I banter.

"Why did you really run off?" Things turning a bit more serious and I am taken back by his forwardness.

I don't know why but I reply very honestly, "There are far many more girls at this ball that probably could be a better dance partner than I. Well, and the fact my father is quite over protective."

He seems shocked but quickly recovers, "Well I disagree, I was having quite an enjoyable getting to dance with you. I also am quite enjoying getting to talk to you as well. The other girls at this party honestly could not compare. Plus I can handle any over protective father."

"You are just saying that. And still so cocky, what makes you think that you can take my dad?"

He turns to the rail and takes his hat off laying it on the railing beside him. He runs his hand through his golden hair that is glowing in the moonlight. He turns to me and looks me in the eye. "Because there is just something about you, you are worth fighting for."

I have finally realized just who this man is that stands before me, but I do not let it show on my face. I know now that it is my time to go. I quickly look away. "If only that were true, Golden Boy."

Before he can say anything else I swiftly push myself up and over the rail, jumping of the balcony and landing flawlessly on the ground below. I look up at his astonished face and smirk screaming, "Goodnight, Golden Boy," before running off in the cover of night back home.

I hope you like it this is my very first fanfic so let's just see how it goes. Comment and let me know what you think.