A/N: This is a story that just kind of came..well really only the first chapter. And this might just turn into a oneshot if I can't think of anything more, and don't get any reviews. I'm not sure I even like this, and it's probably not accurate. If you see any mistakes, please tell me. Oh, and also I'm more aiming towards actually finishing this story, than keeping the characters in character...This story actually makes me feel stupid. Haha.

One:

Edmund stared blankly at the dancers. He wanted to be anywhere but here. Not only was he entirely bored out of his mind, but he was jealous. Jealous of the High King. 'Just look at all those girls swarming him. It's so..so disgusting.' At the age of fifteen, Edmund didn't much care for the ladies. He preferred dueling, and reading, and just about anything else. So, of course right now he was disgusted by all of the girls surrounding his older brother, but he was jealous of the attention. He would kill to have attention like that from anyone. Okay, so maybe 'kill' is a bit exaggerated, but all his life he lived in his brother's shadow, and Edmund wanted more than anything to get out of it.

Suddenly a lady fell into Edmund. Being the gentleman he was, Edmund caught her. This girl wasn't that pretty, but not at all ugly. But, of course Edmund didn't notice this. He really only cared that for once someone would thank him for saving them.

"Oh my. I am quite sorry your Highness. Please forgive me, I tripped over-" Edmund interrupted her with a chuckle. "That is alright, Miss. No need for an apology," he told her, causing her face to light up. Then they both realized he was still grasping onto her, and he pulled her upright so she could stand. And now Edmund realized she was only about an inch or two shorter than him.

"If you don't mind me asking, your Highness, but have you danced at all?"

"Actually, Lady-uh..?"

"Jane Foreman," She told him.

"Ah, Lady Jane Foreman."

"And you're King Edmund the Just."

"Well, I know that."

"As do I. I just wanted to say it. It is a very nice name," Lady Jane told the king.

"Oh, well Thank You my Lady. That's very kind of you."

"Now, back to what I asked you," Lady Jane said. By now the song that had been playing when this girl had tripped had ended, and a new one was about to begin.

"No, I haven't danced at all tonight. Would you care to have my first dance?" Lady Jane's eyes widened, and she smiled.

"Of course, your Highness." Edmund took the girls hand lightly and led her to the dance floor. Everyone was lining up for the next dance. Finally they all bow, and the music begins, and Edmund's spinning Jane all around.

"Your Highness, how come you don't dance very much?" Jane suddenly asks the king. He almost stops dancing, but instead he hesitates and keeps in sync with Jane.

"I do not enjoy these Balls very much," He explained. But then something occurred to him. "How do you know that I don't dance that much?" Jane blushes.

"Oh, Your Highness, I watch you and the other King. It isn't because I admire you both so much-I do, don't get me wrong, but I've noticed you both are very much not alike. The High King enjoys the attention he receives, and you. Well you, Sire, you simply ignore it." Edmund hid his surprise well, but he didn't know Jane. She was very good at knowing someone's feelings, even if they didn't show them. And anyway, you could see it in Edmund's eyes.

"I do no such thing."

"Yes, Sire. You do." This time Edmund does stop dancing, as well as Lady Jane.

"Stop calling me 'Sire', or 'Your Highness'. I do not like it. Please, it is Edmund."

"And it is Jane."

"Yes, Jane. As I was saying, I do no such thing! I do not get any attention at all. In fact, you're the first lady to ask me to dance!"

"That you have wrong too, Sire-Er, Edmund. I'm the fifth." And now, they are dancing again.

"Are you sure you aren't some huge admirer, because you seem to pay a lot of attention."

"First of all Your Highness-"

"Edmund!"

"I have nothing but time on my hands during these, uh, Balls. And watching you refuse to dance with several ladies is very interesting."

"If you saw me refuse to dance with the other four, then tell me, Jane, why do you risk asking me?" She smiles.

"Simply because, I figured it was worth it. You are a good dancer, and why you do not take advantage of these skills, I do not know. I would also rather ask, then wait all night to be asked by some gentleman, who isn't as good of a dancer as you. Of course, no one would ask me."

"Me, a good dancer? You must have Peter, and I mistaken!"

"Mistaken? Sire-I mean, Edmund, I'm sorry, but I am not mistaken at all." The music has stopped now, and she bows. "Your Majesty," and she uses this as a farewell, and leaves Edmund standing there dumb-founded. He lets his eyes follow her towards two other girls who smile evilly at her. Jane only rolls her eyes, and then smiles a little.

"Ed, well done." Edmund turns to see his brother next to him, a large grin on his face, and his arm around some girl.

"Well done?"

"You actually danced with a girl! Did she ask you, or did you ask her?" Annoyed, Edmund sighs loudly, and walks away from his brother, and out of the Ballroom.