The sight of his Majesty would turn heads at the ball however it was the Prince and his mysterious Princess that followed him they would fixate on. The party was in full swing, the music still as lively as its dancers and the bubbly continued to flow. There were murmurs and whispers speculated the conversations that happened between them behind closed doors. Perhaps the Prince has chosen his bride?
Kit twirled Ella amongst the rest of the dancers and some how like magic they returned to the middle of the dance floor. The King had taken up a conversation with dignitaries from allied Kingdoms however he couldn't take his eyes off the pair. Gazing at what he believed to be true love, how could he stop something so innocent and good? He let out a deep sigh and thought of his late wife, "How would she council me in matters such as this?"
Ella's giggles and looks of awe brought a smile to Kit's face and when the nerves kicked in they were reminded of their proximity to each other. He was then prompted of his lack of knowledge on the beautiful creature before him. Kit knew if he didn't ask she was not going to reveal any information, as he pulled her back into his arms he leant in to her ear, "I believe you were going to tell me your name." She shuddered at the sensation and looked up into his shiny blue pools of charming. "My name is-"
"Cinderella?" a shrilled voice exclaimed, "what are you doing here?" Anastasia's head turned as she danced with another gentleman. Ella's grip on Kit tightened as the realisation that part of the spell had indeed broken. "Ella," she said before turning to look back at Kit, "My name is Ella." Her voice shattered, "Can we go somewhere else?"
His eyebrow knitted with worry, "Of course, anything." They tore through the crowd once more. His majesty from the balcony let out a chuckle, "Young love." He thought to himself. The motion caused an ache in his chest, creating a deep gasp to rise from his cavity. He let the air out of his lungs and proceeded towards his throne to rest for the evening.
"I can't believe this," Lady Tremaine feverishly fanned herself and thought of every possibility and none lead to the conclusion that Cinderella was the mystery girl the Prince was captivated with. "Honest Mother," Anastasia said, "I heard her tell him so."
"Who does she think she is?" Drizella exclaimed. The two sisters pouted, "it's not fair."
"How embarrassing,"
"Imagine a maid as a Princess!"
The two cackled together before their mother interrupted, "Shut up you fools, this will not happen." "First I have to put up with her and now she mocks me by distracting the Prince!" Furious she turned to Anastasia, "Where did they go?"
"Outside," she pointed to the west side of the Palace, where coincidently the Grand Duke stood. She smiled, remembering the conversation she eavesdropped earlier.