Fiolee- The ball

I rounded the deep bend that led to the Candy Kingdom Castle. It stood in cheery contrast to the dark night surrounding it, sweet smells drifting. When I reached the big doors leading into the ballroom, I hesitated. Prince Gumball had invited me, but I wasn't sure why. This was supposed to be "romantic", after all. But then, I'd seen it flash in his eyes- the desire. He kept it hidden most of the time, but I could see it behind his opaque front.

Whatever. We were just friends, and he knew that. I pushed open the wide double doors. They swung open and I was enveloped in the noise of candy people and music.

"Oh, hey Fiona." a small voice said behind me.

I swung around to see Marshal Lee, leaning on the doorway.

"Marshal! Don't sneak up on me like that," I said, hiding my fear with annoyance. Marshal is a vampire, and not just any vampire. He's the king.

Not that he looks like a king, I thought, eyeing his faded jeans and red button up. He's ageless, and still looks eighteen, even though he's one thousand.

"You're wearing a dress?" he said teasingly. He knows me well.

"It's a ball right" I tried to sound nonchalant. Secretly I loved being able to wear something feminine for once.

"Well, let's take it for a dance," he said, stepping forward and easily slipping an arm around my waist, entwining our hands.

Oh my glob. Of course I immediately come up with the stupidest response possible.

"Um, I'm supposed to meet Prince Gumball,"

"Just a test dance then," he said, gently pulling us into the crowd of dancers. I was entranced by his sharp face, his dark hair and crimson eyes.

"So, how have you been?" he prompted me.

"Fine." I said. "You?"

"I've been fine . . . lately," he stared into my eyes. What did he see there that interested him?

Suddenly the noise and light were muted. I glanced around. We were in a hallway that led to the Prince's science lab. I raised an eyebrow at Marshal.

"Wha-"

Somewhere more private," he said, brushing aside the blonde hair that always stuck out of my white cap.

Then his lips were on mine. Dark, elusive, that's what I would describe the kiss as. To round it up, I was sorry when it ended.

"You should probably go meet up with Gumball now," he said quietly.

Then he left, leaving me breathless.