A Dance With The Fae Prince Novels & Stories

He sighed. "Erm... well, I can't dance." She pointed out. "Just follow my lead Faith, I've got you." He whispered back, and Faith felt herself nodding without really thinking about it. Gently William entwined their fingers, and led her to the stairs. Hushed whispers broke out as people noticed them descending the staircase, wondering whom the lucky lady was who got the first dance with the very eligible Prince. Girls looked on jealously, critically assessing Faith who felt ready to bolt, but William's thumb rubbed over her palm, reminding her she was with him and not facing this alone. Her head raised higher at the reminder.

“This is King Rory of Felicia. I thought he shan’t accept out invitation, but he did.” I curtsied as I tried to remember reading about the king. “Your Majesty.” His blue eyes sparkled with darkness, yes, he is a very handsome man with dark hair and a tall posture. I didn’t know about the king, but I have heard about Felicia, how it is rich in its paddy fields. He took my hand in his as he kissed my fingertips. A shiver ran down my spine, as a strange dread filled me. “A dance, Princess?”

The great Alpha King winked at me when I followed Vincent into the middle of the huge hall. “But I don't know how to dance.” I shook my head with a shy smile playing on my lips but it did not make him stop. “It is alright my love, just follow my lead and everything will be alright.” I look up at him as if mesmerize when he guided my hand above his shoulders. His hands holds my tiny waist and he gently swayed me into the tune of the soft music. Again the wolves all around us shouted in glee and clap their hands. I saw at the corner of my eyes that the old Maleficus stand up from his cheer. “Long live the new weds Prince Vincent and his mate Princess Ashley of the Royal pack!”

Alphonso kiss the top of her hand, which makes her heart skip a beat. They dance together while Corine looks satisfied watching them. Kingsley's jaw drops widely. Then, he regains his composure, looking around, hoping no one sees his reaction. He clears his throat in relief, seeing people are not looking at him because they have their eyes on the dance floor. "WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT A PRINCE AND A DUCHESS," Kingsley says while swinging his body with the music. He knew they look together. The Knights perform the "dance of sword" with the Prince and Lady Marionette, encircling them.

“Come on, my mother forced me to join this dance party while I didn't have anyone to practice with at all. And wouldn't it be impossible if I had to dance with some of the old women here? You are the only young woman I know, and of course I need your help to learn to dance. More than that, I'm not very good at dancing, and I'm very embarrassed if I make a wrong move and then be laughed at by many people. After all, I am a prince in this palace, I am the Lord of the house there so I must be perfectly grounded. Will you help me?” “However, I'm not that keen on dancing either, prince. So how can you want to invite me to be meritorious and invite a woman who can't dance to learn to dance?” “Isn'

Velvet, calm, and soothing like the sound of a lion's roar. "You don't care?" I asked once again. He pushed me closer. Way too close for my own good and squeezed my hips. I jolted, my eyes wide open as I clung onto him so I wouldn't fall. What was he doing? If he keeps this up, I wouldn't even breathe this night. I could feel the hate and the sneer of jealousy and anger from each maiden present and although they were whisked to dance by noblemen, it didn't sit well with them that the Prince was dancing with a maid of all people.

She said cheerfully. Jake chuckled, and she glared at him. "That's different, princess. Oops, sorry. I called you princess again," Jake said. However, this time Elena didn't tell him not to call her princess. "Your doll is alone because she doesn't have a prince," Jake said to her. "Elena, will you become her prince?" She asked him with a hopeful look on her face. "I will become her prince if you become my friend," Jake said, extending his hand toward her.

As I walked around the shallowest end of the lake, I sensed eyes on me, this time, I recognized the dark, possessive stare. “Escaping your own party, princess?” Stone’s voice was as louche as ever. A more arrogant prince there had never been, but then, if you considered his power, it made sense. Excitement surged in my belly, one totally separate from reality. My rational mind tried to argue with my dream self that this man was dangerous, but I felt my face smiling as I spun around and met the eyes of the Prince of the Night Keep.

The approaching figure of the Imperial prince to the lowly princess, leaving his audience stupefied. Camilla felt a presence beside her and raised her head. She stood up as she’d come face to face with Prince Fazan, his left hand extending to her. “May I have the first dance, princess?” It was more of a statement rather than a question, and she stared at him for a brief moment before finally taking his hand. He left her no choice in the matter, refusing an imperial prince would surely do her no good. He led her to the center as the music continued to play, and everyone returned to what they’re doing—stealing a glance every now-and-then.

CHAPTER 49 We softly danced to the soft melody of the orchestra. throwing every doubt and fear out the window. That was the best night of my life. I'm dancing with the prince—not just any other person, but the prince himself. My hands were wrapped around his neck while his was on my waist. We're too close to each other; I follow the rhythm of his movement. The prince is really tall; I'm wearing heels up to his shoulders. "Can I dance with the echelons?" I couldn't stop asking.