"He doesn't seem very happy with any of the girls, does he?" the king said with a sorrowful tone, his head hanging low. The old man looked like he would fall off the second floor.

"Nonsense," Armstrong said, shaking his head. "He is doing fine. Give him some time."

"Time? I don't have time! I'll drop dead in ten seconds!" the king cried.

"Be optimistic, Your Highness."

"Of course, we all wish that the fairytale would come true. The dashing prince has no luck with all the other girls, but alas, a new girl walks into the quiet room, and he walks up to her, asks her to dance, and they live happily ever after! But that, my dear Duke, will never happen. I must face it. I'm never going to see my grandchildren."

"Never, you say?" Armstrong glanced over the edge towards the prince as the doors opened. "You may be completely wrong."

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"I don't know what I'm going to do, Hughes," Roy complained. "All this nonsense is going to my head. What if I never find that girl?"

"Quit it. You're going to give up like that?" Maes raised his brow.

"No. But.."

"No buts, unless you want to give up," Maes stuck a finger to his chest.

"I can't believe it would be so difficult. I mean, seriously. I just sort of.. want her to find me."

"Keep dreaming, pal."

"We all wish that the fairytale would come true. The handsome prince--" Maes choked as Roy spoke "--can't find any interest in the other girls. Suddenly, a beautiful, amazing young woman walks into the ballroom, all eyes on her. The prince asks her to dance, and blah blah blah, they get married, yadah yadah happily ever after. But we all know that doesn't actually happen. If only, right?" Roy sighed lightly, staring at the dancing couples.

"It's not so unbelievable," Hughes said as he saw the door open. "With a bit of luck.."

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The music in the ballroom stopped, and so did everyone dancing to it. They stared at the young woman stepping through it's doors. A few young ladies took their freedom to smack their partner's shoulder while his jaw dropped.

Riza's glass heels clicked as she stepped slowly inside, holding back her blush when she realized every being in the room had their eyes on her.

"It's just not possible. Why would anyone fall for such a fairytale?" Roy said to Hughes while the door opened, and Maes through his hand over Roy's mouth. Roy, looking quite disgusted with his friend, pulled his mouth off of his mouth. "What?"

Maes only pointed. Roy followed his finger, and rested his eyes on the beauty that stood in front of the closed doors.

Everyone continued to stare. The orchestra looked at eachother. Roy, after much contemplating, stepped through the crowd.

"Who is that girl?" Gluttona whispered to Envie.

"I've never seen her around the village before," Envie whispered back.

"She is beautiful," Gluttona stared at her.

"And she looks quite familiar," Lustette entered into their gossip.

When Roy made it out of the crowd, he waved his hands. "Go on, go on. Return to your chatting and dancing," he told them in a loud voice, and they all looked at eachother as the orchestra began playing again. The noise of the ballroom was restored, as well as more speaking than before. It was obivous they had a knew young lady to discuss.

"Well, uh, thank you," she thanked him, giving a small curtsy before she began to step forward towards the crowd. It was visible to Roy, however, that she would be ambushed with loads of questions if she went off like that.

"Wait," he took her wrist, which made her glance to the floor. If she let him see her face, she would be doomed with embarrasment.

"Please excuse me," she said, tugging her wrist away.

"From what?" he chuckled softly. She was acting a lot different than all the other young girls.

"I am strictly here to see the prince," she answered, looking up to him. He still had hold of her wrist, however much she had attempted at pulling away.

Then is struck him. She didn't know who he was. She was here to find the prince, and she didn't even know what he looked like. And why should she? She didn't look like someone from the village. Most likely, she was from some other kingdom. While he wanted to let her know that he was indeed the prince, he thought that perhaps this could work to his advantage. After all, girls acted differently in front of princes. If he wasn't a prince, then why should she change for him?

"Oh, I see," he said cooly, letting go of her wrist. "Would you care to dance? The party goes on as long as necessary, after all. You have all the time in the world to meet him."

Riza looked aorund the room instead of at him. If she did look at him, she was afraid she may go red. She still hadn't had a very good view of him.

"If you insist, Sir," she said, finally looking up to him when she could demolish her blush. Roy laughed.

"Sir? Please, call me Roy," he laughed, taking her hand.

"Roy?" she thought for a moment. "You have the same name as the prince."

"It's.. uh.. a popular name here," he lied, and it worked. She didn't leave her stepmother's house often, so she wouldn't know all the boy's names.

"Is it?" she asked as they made it to the dance floor, their hands intertwined, his hand on her waist and her hand on his shoulder.

"Most definitely," he answered, sounding sure of himself. It felt sort of cruel lying to her like this, but he would tell her that he was the prince.. some time.

Riza stared at his face for a few seconds while they danced, and blushed at herself for staring, and blushed even more when she realized she was blushing. He was ever so handsome! Almost like royalty. She looked down at their quickly moving feet.

"I don't think you realize how beautiful you are," he said, studying her face as she looked back up to him, her face returned back to color.

"Please, don't flatter me," she shook her head. "I'm pitied enough."

"Pitied? Please, did you not see everyone staring at you when you walking into this room?" he asked.

"Of course. I thought maybe my hair was undone," she admitted. Why should she think it was because she was the most beautiful thing they'd seen? How humble this girl was. He'd met some pretty women in his lifetime, but none like this. And all of them thought themselves to be the most handsome women in all the world.

"You're hair?" he laughed. "The people in this room were struck with awe at how beautiful you are, not at your hair being undone."

"So it is undone!?" she stopped for a second, setting her hands on her hair to make sure it was alright.

"No, no," he put his hands on her shoulders, laughing softly. This girl was too much. "I only meant that it wasn't the reason. You are gorgeous."

"...Thank you," she regained herself quickly, forcing herself not to blush. If she appeared to be as bubbly as the rest of the girls, this young man would certainly not take any interest in her. And if he took no interest, why should the prince himself?

"That's all you have to say? You aren't going to flush and drop to the floor?" he glanced around the room, taking his hands off of her shoulders.

"Certainly not. It would interrupt everything," she shook her head quickly, smiling lightly. "I wouldn't want to create a big scene. It's a bunch of nonsense."

"Nonsense? My, you are a strange thing," he said, returning his hand to her waist.

"Strange? What makes me so strange? It is abnormal to want a peaceful night without any interruptions?" Riza and him joined hands and they began stepping in circles again.

"Actually, it is abnormal. With this bunch of girls, anyway," he answered, glancing over his shoulder, up to the second floor.

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There, they met.