Yeah yeah I know, another fic. I'm sorry, I will be updating them... (I guess) but not now anyways, I'm having a lot on my mind lately...

Summary: Charles Bass, a poor boy and son of the kitchen servant in one of the biggest palaces in England. Blair Waldorf, daughter of the king of England.


Nine was his lucky number, for many reasons, though the biggest was that on that age he met Blair Cornelia Waldorf.

The daughter of King Harold, the king of England. She was simply off-limits, firstly because she was royal, a princess and he was just a poor no-body that helped his father out in the kitchen when he had to, and secondly because she was a few years older than him. Two years to be exact.

Blair Cornelia Waldorf had brown hair and dark brown eyes, like her father. Chuck thought her to be a goddess. His goddess, but only in his deepest dreams.

He was a nobody it wasn't like she had even noticed him staring- no drooling over her. Her beautiful smile, that made him smile too. Her dark eyes, that could swallow him like no other could. And her long brown curls, which he wanted to tangle his fingers in every single time. Blair was unreachable. Charles- (or as his nephew called him) Chuck, wasn't stupid, he understood that Blair could never be really his. But that did not stop him from fantasising about it.

''Charles!'' Chuck flinched, he looked up to see that his dreams had been interrupted by his father.

He scowled at his son, ''Would you stop the daydreaming and get up to help me? NOW!''

Chuck jumped up from his wooden chair and replied nervously, ''Yes father! I'll help.''

''Good, cause you need to get me something.'' smirked Bart at his son.

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''Blair! Sweetheart, are you ready for the ball?'' Harold Waldorf asked, as he knocked on his daughters bedroom door.

''Just a minute daddy!'' Blair replied.

She checked herself in the floor length mirror once more and finished the final touches to her hair. She smirked, she looked divine. Every single male attention would be drawn to her, she was sure. She opened her door and her father looked her over.

''You look beautiful my princess.'' smiled her father.

Blair smirked again and moved passed her father replying, ''I know.''

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Chuck groaned, of course… his father asked him to do one simple thing and he couldn't accomplish it. How… expected.

No wonder his father acted like he didn't exist sometimes, no wonder his mother had left him before he turned seven. He was a nobody. He had no money, no mother, no designer clothes and no one who loved him. That was how it was supposed to- and would always be. He sighed and plopped himself down on one of the wooden chairs. The loud music, coming from the ballroom was heard. It was elegant music, which was danced on only by the richest of people who were invited by only the king himself.

He wasn't allowed to go in, but sometimes he couldn't help himself and he would hide himself behind one of the curtains and sneak a peek. Look at the way the people danced, stare at the chandeliers hanging high above the crowd and stare at her, of course. The way she danced always fascinated him, so elegantly and gently. Once his eyes had found her, he couldn't take them off of her. That had caused him to be late when he had to help his father out, many times. Not that he cared anyway.

He opened the curtains slowly, his eyes searching for her all over the ballroom. It did not take him long. There she was, as beautiful as ever. Dressed in a dress that could only fit a real princess. God how much he wanted to touch her, or simply talk to her. He had never done that before and he wasn't allowed to either. But tonight he simply did not care. He hadto talk to her, he just had to. The only problem was that he wasn't allowed to be inside the ballroom. And he wasn't dressed for the occasion.

He looked around the room he currently was in searching for a solution and, to his surprise, he found one.

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''Blair ,darling, are you enjoying yourself?'' Harold asked.

Blair smiled and nodded, ''It's beautiful in here, daddy, I simply adore the chandeliers.''

Harold laughed, ''I know you do, sweetheart.''

Another handsome looking man of the male population came over to her and asked if she wanted to dance with him. Blair glanced at her father for his approval and with a short nod from him, the handsome man led her away to the dance floor.

They danced for a while and Blair tried her best to concentrate and listen to the guy's babbling about how majestic of a dancer she was. And about how magnificent the ballroom had been furnished and decorated. And suddenly, Blair not thought him to be handsome anymore. He was exactly like all of them. Boring and only interested in her good name and mostly her money. This happened all of the time, Blair was used to it.

And after she found a way to escape the guy's life story with some lame excuse about her being too tired to dance any more, she returned by her father's side.

''So Blair, darling, what did you think of him? He's a good dancer, no?''

Blair did not even try to hide her displeasure, she was with her father and with her father she could always be honest.

Blair groaned, ''Oh daddy, he was sooo boring! I'm glad I do not have to speak a word with him again, anytime soon!''

Harold laughed, ''No you do not sweetheart.''

Blair sighed sadly, ''Daddy? Am I ever going to find my prince?''

Harold kissed his daughter on her cheek replying, ''You know Blair, There is a saying. You will find love the moment when you least expect it. He is somewhere out there, darling. You just have to be patient.''

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Chuck groaned, Holy lords of England! these clothes are itchy!

This was going to be harder than he thought, how was he supposed to act normal like he was one of them, when he could barely contain himself from scratching himself all over his body? He had to make it work though, he didn't really care. As long as he would be able to talk to her. Just to hear her voice, he had heard many times, only not meant for him. He looked around the room and he found her in no time. Everyone was enjoying their selves, laughing, dancing except for her. She was stood next to her father, with a bored expression printed on her face. Her lips formed in a pout, he thought she was cute. But seeing her like that, knowing that the many older male bachelors who have tried to entertain her, had failed, had destroyed his courage. He needed a drink.

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Blair became more bored by the second. This was how it always ended up. Blair being bored out of her mind. It was not like she was ever going to find her fairytale prince, it was just not meant for her. She had been trying so many times to make it work with so many guys. But they never gave her that breathtaking feeling she always dreamed about. Never that special feeling inside her belly like there were a million of little butterflies flying around inside her stomach. Never that electrifying feeling with just a simple touch. She was never going to find the one.

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He couldn't remember how many drinks he had been drinking, but it never felt like it was enough. He was too much of a coward to do what he wanted to do for so already so many years now. But he didn't want to be a coward anymore, he was Charles Bass! And to many people that would not mean much, but to him it meant the world. Basses were not scared of anything, his father always said. He was right.

He slammed the now empty glass down on the bar table and turned around. But she wasn't there anymore, panic was rising inside him right away as he wondered where she might have gone to. Until a small hand softly poked him on his shoulder. He turned around, preparing himself for the wrath of Bart Bass, only to be robbed of his breath, and leave him dizzy.

Blair Cornelia Waldorf was standing right in front of him, smiling like she was happy to see him there. He felt like he was flying, never known it was possible to feel like this. But her dazzling smile proved him wrong to no ends. Her beauty was intoxicating and leaving him breathless. If he would die now, he would die a happy Chuck.

Blair had been receiving all of the male attention all night (like expected), but never did one of the many bachelors look at her like that. Like she was the most stunning thing he had ever seen. She studied his features, only to become light-headed herself. He was simply outright gorgeous. A true handsome guy. She had seen him for the first time tonight but she felt like she had known him for a lifetime. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable and so was the chemistry.

Their eyes seemed to be fixed on each other and neither said a word. Blair too shocked about her feelings towards him and Chuck too shocked about his dream girl standing right in front of him. This was his chance, it was now or never.

''H-hi, P-princess- your highness.'' He stuttered.

With struggle trying to keep his nervousness to himself.

Blair's smiled remained, ''Hello there, I have not seen you around before, so I wanted to introduce myself- though I think you already know me.'' she said, somehow for the first time in her life a little tensed herself.

She silently cursed herself for saying what she had said. Though I think you already know me? She scoffed inwardly. Now he must think of me as a arrogant female!

Chuck tried to smile, still too tensed up.

''Ye-yes… I uh- I am actually here for the first time.''

He slapped himself inwardly, he was already lying.

Blair seemed to believe him, ''Ah so, this is your first visit in London, if I understand correctly?''

Say no, say no, say no, SAY NO!

''Yes. It is.''

Oh God!

Blair smiled even brighter.

''So then, where are you from? I have always wanted to know how it is like, being outside London!''

Chuck frowned in surprise.

''You have never been outside London, your highness?''

She shook her head with a sad smile.

''Oh and please call me Blair.'' she grinned as her former happy smile returned.

Chuck did something extremely rare for him to do. He actually smiled. Like really smiled. Something he secretly did only when he was watching her laugh and having a nice time at the former balls.

''Blair…'' he whispered.

Her name, heaven on his tongue.

She laughed, ''What is your name?''

''Ch-chuck. Chuck Bass.''

Blair grabbed his hand, trying not to squeal a electrical feeling was going threw her body.

''Come on Chuck!'' she smiled, dragging him away, ''Let's dance''

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Chuck and Blair were having the time of their lives. Both never wanting the night to end. It was truly a dream coming true for Chuck, as for Blair, she felt alive for the first time in a really long time. Chuck was fun, polite, funny, handsome and very sweet. And not only had she been having a great time, she also had never experienced the feelings and magnetic pull towards someone. He was her dream prince, she realised. He was the man she had been hoping to meet someday, finally she had met him. Chuck felt all in all the same way. Never wanting the night to ever end.

But of course right at that moment, he had to be caught.

''Charles Bartholomew Bass? What are you doing in here!'' his father yelled angrily.

Chuck wanted to cry at that moment. They pulled back from each other slowly, while continuing to stare at each other.

Less than five seconds later Chuck was being grabbed by his collar.

Blair was shocked, as was the entire ballroom. In a second everyone's attention was turned to Chuck and Bart. Harold came to stand beside his daughter.

''Charles you know you're not being allowed to be here!'' Bart hissed, as quietly as he could, not wanting to cause a scene.

''Ah Bartholomew. What is the matter here?'' Harold asked.

Bart turned bright red, Chuck knew at that moment that he was not going to survive the night.

''I am sorry, my king, to have my son here, ruining your event.''

Blair and Harold glanced at each other, and Harold burst out in laughing.

''Not at all, Bartholomew! Blair and your son have been having a great time together, for what I have been given. He was not causing any trouble at all!''

Bart looked between Blair and his son back and fort. He released his son's collar and smiled weakly.

''I am sorry, I believe that there are no trouble. But Charles has not been permitted to be here, he works at the kitchen as a servant.''

Harold laughed again, ''I see. Well I think I can say it for my daughter too,'' he looked at Blair and Blair nodded, understanding him immediately, ''Every staff member of the kitchen will be invited to the masquerade ball, which will take place this coming Friday. That means you and your son will be invited too, Bartholomew.''

There were a lot of gasp heard, including Bart's. It had never happened before; Staff of the king being invited over at a ball. Thrown by the king himself.

Blair gave Chuck another dazzling smile, and he smiled back brightly.

''Th-the masquerade ball?''

Harold nodded and turned to look at Chuck, ''I hope to see you there Charles.''

With that he turned around with a smile and left the scene. Blair who had watched her father leave turned around only shortly to give Chuck a I-hope-to-see-you-there smile and then quickly followed her father out. Chuck and Bart were left in the middle of the dance floor. Chuck looked at his wristwatch he had been given for his birthday, which had cost him a lot of his own salary.

He and Blair had been dancing for about nine minutes before they were interrupted by his father. Those nine minutes were short but incredible.

Nine was his lucky number for many reasons, this was one of them.