chapter one: The kings's Ball
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"Elara! Hurry up!"
Lysette's voice echoed through the royal chambers.
"I'm almost done," Elara called back, unable to hide the frustration in her voice.
She stood before the grand mirror in her dressing room, smoothing the folds of her silver-blue gown. The embroidery shimmered beneath the candlelight like tiny stars, and the jewels stitched into the bodice caught every flicker of light.
Beautiful.
Everything about the dress was beautiful...
Except the corset.
She inhaled carefully and winced.
"I swear these dressmakers are trying to kill me," she muttered, tugging at the fabric around her waist. "How is anyone expected to breathe in this?"
A quiet laugh sounded behind her.
"You look breathtaking, Your Highness."
Elara met Lysette's reflection in the mirror. Her lady-in-waiting wore a warm smile, the kind that had always felt genuine.
"Thank you," Elara said softly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks.
If there was one thing she appreciated about Lysette, it was her honesty. She never offered compliments simply because Elara was a princess. Every kind word she spoke came from the heart.
Lysette stepped closer, gently adjusting a loose strand of Elara's hair.
"Today's ball is important," she said, her tone growing serious. "His Majesty has invited nobles, dukes, and royal families from across the neighboring kingdoms."
"I know."
"And many of them have sons."
Elara groaned dramatically.
"Please don't remind me."
Lysette sighed.
"Whether you like it or not, people will be watching you tonight."
"They're always watching me."
Her words came out quieter than she intended.
For a moment, silence settled between them.
Being a princess meant every smile was observed, every word judged, every step planned before she even took it.
Sometimes Elara wondered if anyone saw her...
...or only the crown she would one day wear.
Lysette gently placed the royal sapphire necklace around her neck.
"There."
She smiled proudly.
"Our future queen."
Elara forced a smile.
If only people knew how desperately she wished, just for one evening, to be ordinary.
A knock sounded at the chamber door.
"Your Highness," a guard announced. "His Majesty requests your presence. The guests have begun to arrive."
Elara drew in one final breath.
The corset still hurt.
Her feet already ached.
And the night had barely begun.
"Let's get this over with," she whispered.
Together, they stepped out of the royal chambers.
As they descended the grand marble staircase, the magnificent ballroom came into view.
Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead.
Music floated gracefully through the hall.
Ladies in elegant gowns danced beneath golden lights while noblemen exchanged polite laughter over glasses of wine.
It was beautiful.
Magnificent.
And somehow...
It still felt lonely.
King Alistair stood proudly at the center of the ballroom, greeting his distinguished guests.
The moment he saw Elara descend the staircase, conversations quieted.
Hundreds of eyes turned toward her.
She smiled gracefully, exactly as she had been taught.
Elegant.
Poised.
Perfect.
Inside, however, she counted the minutes until the evening would end.
One introduction followed another.
A duke from the north.
A prince from the eastern territories.
The son of a wealthy marquess.
Every conversation sounded exactly the same.
"It is an honor, Your Highness."
"You've grown into a remarkable young lady."
"Our kingdoms would prosper together."
She smiled.
She curtsied.
She thanked them.
And with every passing conversation, she felt herself fading further behind the role she was expected to play.
Needing a moment to herself, Elara's gaze wandered across the ballroom.
Then...
She saw him.
Among glittering jewels, embroidered coats, and polished crowns stood a young butler dressed in simple black attire.
He moved quietly through the crowd, carrying out his duties with calm confidence.
He wasn't trying to impress anyone.
He wasn't competing for attention.
He simply did his work with quiet dignity.
For reasons she couldn't explain...
Elara couldn't look away.
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