A Dance With The Fae Prince Novels & Stories

I'll just rely on my body memory and hope that works. "Lady Audrey, would you do me the honor of dancing with you?" A classmate said as he approached me and offered his hand. "The honor is all mine, Prince Xavier." I said after I gave a simple curtsy and held the offered arm. My partner is Xavier d'Allenscheid, the second prince born of a commoner. Polygamy is not allowed in this country that is he reason why Prince Xavier is being ostracize by other nobles. We practice dancing until Madam Margaret is satisfied with our result. I'm glad that my body memory started kicking in a few minutes after we started dancing. I have accidentally stepped on Prince Xavier's foot a number of times before I

I said to the Fae prince as he assisted me with the preparations. "Better he's here under our gaze than slipping in undetected. He'd have come either way when he caught wind of it—wouldn't have been able to help himself." "So you don't trust him either?" "Not in the slightest. He has no intention of paying his debt to me, and I'll wager he plans on making a scene." "How does a Leprechaun become indebted to a prince of the high Fae?" I asked Fionn, genuinely curious.

Dimitri let worry cross his face as she looked at her. “Take me… God… Make it stop.” Stacy moaned as she watched the dance. The fairy dance was all about screwing now; the moon was shining down on the couples, and Stacy could feel the pull. The moon dance was a way to pull humans into the fae world, and Dimitri should have known that. It hit her at that moment that he would have taken his wife to this instead of her. She groaned when she stood up and turned toward him. Something was pulling her strings, and she knew it.

“You expect me to wear a mask and dance while witches conspire at council tables?” Father’s eyes harden. “You will attend the dance, and you will do so with honor. There is a fitting tomorrow. Your costume must be ready.” His tone leaves no room for argument. I glance at my mother, her expression stoic. “I will go,” I say at last, my voice quiet but firm. “But not to find a mate. I’ll stand beneath the moon as Prince Lazlo of Virechant, yet make no mistake. I won’t be there hunting love. I’ll be there hunting witches.”

So I step inside. “My love,” I say softly, my voice betraying the storm inside me as I walk toward her. The man quickly rises, his movements cautious. My eyes land on his face, and instantly I recognize him. My breath catches in my throat. It’s him. The man from the photograph. The prince. Gilan. His clothes scream of wealth, of a world far different from mine. His very presence feels heavy, imposing. A man like him has everything, status, riches, power. And yet, here he is, with my Elena.

His expression did not change. But his eyes lingered longer than they should. Kaizen extended his hand.“Dance with me,” he said. Raine stared at his hand, then back at him. “I don't know how to dance,” she replied calmly. Kaizen smiled slightly at her bluntness “Then I will teach you.” “That is not necessary,” she said, dismissing his words, but the prince was a stubborn one. “I insist,” he replied. Lilith spoke quietly, “It is just a dance.”

I still haven’t sunk my canines into that fragrant neck, and already I feel hatred coursing through my body whenever someone mentions her name. Dancers enter the hall, moving to the music’s chords. The first dancer I know well. She’s fae—her blood is a bit cloying, too thin—but she’s always good entertainment when I need it. She comes for money, like the others. They’re well paid for the blood they leave in our stores, and when they want a bonus, they dance to catch our attention. “Is the prince hungry?” she asks in her thin, irritating voice.

He bowed, placing his hand over his heart and returned to his family quickly as I saw his father, who was dressed very similarly, slap the back of his head. I was passed between a few different courtiers next and they all seemed to blend together. Before I could ask for a break though I found myself spun toward a tall white fae who was dressed in a bright golden rabbit mask. His hair was pure white to match his suit and his eyes were a bright red that I swore reminded me of Hectyr and Wulda. “May I have your next dance my queen?” His hands took mine delicately as he dropped to one knee. He wasn’t nearly as old as everyone else I had danced with so this was going to be a very comforting chang

"Dance with the prince? She thought to herself feeling overwhelmed. The prince stood infront of her and gently pulled her arm. He led her to the middle of the room where there was an open space. A beautiful music was serenading their moment of pleasure. The prince was really charming. He hold her very close to him. She felt the warmth she never felt before. It was her first time to get closer to the man. The smell of his expensive cologne melted her heart. The prince was handsome and gently. He swinged her gently holding her waist with both his arms. There was a moment of magic. Their hearts beat faster and they were silently looking at eat other. Her heart raced and she averted her gaze cry

She chuckled nervously and slowly did then he wrapped his arm around her waist. He danced with her and at the same time, he kept glancing at Aurora who was having fun with Hercules. The Princess noticed and she felt so upset that she started to glare at Aurora too. The dance finally ended and the Prince couldn't be more grateful. He hurriedly let go of her and headed out of the room. He was exhausted and just wanted to be alone, he had already done the most important thing at the festival. Dance with a Princess. Aurora watched as the Prince stormed out of the room.