Hans pulled away from Dior slowly. "Maybe we can walk for awhile." He said. She got up and Hans grabbed her hand.
He had ran though these garden thousands of times. Each time he and Dior would stop to smell or pick the beautiful flowers, but tonight the only beautiful thing he wanted to have was Dior. Dior was too busy looking at the flowers to notice Hans was looking at her. Her face was perfectly rounded and her completion was perfect. Where was I when she became this beautiful, Hans thought. He quietly snickered.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." Hans replied.
"Do you want to go and dance now?" Dior asked.
"Defiantly." He said.
"Remarkable party Iørgen." Jannik said, "Queen Velina, you look elegant."
"Why thank you Jannik?" Velina said getting up to greet a king and queen approaching them.
"So where is Dior?" Jannik asked the King.
"She's dancing with a friend." King Iørgen said.
"Prince Hans?" Jannik said looking out at the crowd.
"Yes. Dior wanted to dance with him. They grew up together you know." He replied, "How is the cell coming?"
"It will be ready tomorrow. We are finishing up the wall; he'll be out of your hair." Jannik said looking for Dior. "How was brunch?"
"Good, but I don't Dior wasn't very interested."
"Do you think she'll find a suitable husband?"
"Possibly, but I know she already loves someone else."
Hans, Jannik thought. "Thank you Iørgen." He said and walked into the sea of guests.
Hans and Dior walked into the ball room with their arms locked. They were a handsome couple. "Do you want some champagne?" Hans asked Dior when a servant walked by with a serving tray. He grabbed two glasses and handed her one.
"Cheers." She said to Hans, holding up her glass.
"To old memories." Hans said.
"And many more to come." Dior said. They clinked their glasses and sipped the champagne. "Do you want to go and sit down? We'll dance later."
"Defiantly." He said putting his hand on her lower back. As they walked through the crowd it reminded Hans about Elsa's coronation. What if he saw Elsa or Anna? Looking around he saw familiar faces, he tried to avoid them recognizing him.
"Princess Dior!" Prince Leon said. She was completely caught off guard. "May I have this dance?" She was flustered, on the inside she was freaking out that Leon would say something to Hans.
"I'll go sit over there." Hans whispered into her ear and grabbed her glass. She walked him walk away to an empty table.
"Who was that?" Leon asked gently grabbing Dior delicate hands.
"A prince." she answered.
"He looks very familiar." He said putting one hand on her waist. "Oh, he's Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."
"Uh, yes that's him." She nervously said.
"What is he doing here?" Leon asked and his eyebrows went up.
Dior's mouth went dry and she couldn't think of anything to say. "He's um, a family friend."
"But didn't he-." Leon began to say, but he saw the worried look in her eyes. After thinking about something to say for a few moments, he whispered, "I saw how you looked at him." and then he smiled.
"I didn't look at him in a way." She said in a giddy voice.
"Trust me you did. You're in love with him." he said and spun Dior. " I should have known because this morning you weren't so interested to meet us princes and now I know why. He's very lucky."
"Thanks Leon. We grew up together." She said.
"That's adorable." Leon said. The song ended and they bowed. "Let me walk you over." He held out his elbow and Dior let Leon walk her over to Hans.
Hans saw they two walk over and her got up. "Thank your for the dance Princess." Leon said and left them alone.
"May I have this dance?" He asked.
She curtseyed, "Of course you may." She said and let out a big bright smile.
The couple moved to the center of the dance floor. Other guests followed as the lively music grew louder.
"This is nice." Hans said while dancing with Dior. Being close to her and touching her hand made him feel alive. The smoothness of her skin and the sweet strawberry smell, although he was hoping it wasn't from him, added to the feel.
"I know. Much better than I imagined and when we were kids. At least your better at not stepping on my toes." Dior said.
"Who was that prince?"
"Prince Leon of Neustria. My father had a brunch this morning so I could meet the allie's sons."
"Oh." Hans said.
"Hans is something wrong?" Dior asked.
"I know it's just, this won't ever happen again. I really like you Dior and in a few days I'll be gone."
"Don't say that. Live in the moment. Please enjoy this, and please don't think about that." She said with her eyes tearing up. "Lets just dance."
No more talking, just dancing. A few times their eyes met and Dior melted inside because of his dreamy green eyes and because his strong hand was resting on her hip. They wanted this dance to last forever. She didn't want him to be locked up, or worse, hung. Sadly, everything must come to an end.
As the music began to slow down and become quieter Hans kissed her on the cheek. "That dress is amazing, but you know what would be better?" He said.
"And whats what?" she asked quietly.
Hans leaned in, "If it was off." He whispered seductively into her ear.
Instantly butterflies fluttered around in Dior's stomach. She looked around, "Follow me." she said grabbing his hand out of the ball room.
