I Hope You Dance Prince Novels & Stories

He asks, staring at me. I know he suspects I will name some provincial tune. Some dance that would have me gyrating like a court entertainer, a dance a properly raised she-wolf would only dare dance for her mate. One she would never admit she actually knew. I train my expression to a neutral face, devoid of any mischief or disdain. I wish to challenge and provoke him, but I know I will regret it the moment I allow my mask to slip. “My skill pales in comparison to his royal highness, Prince Edward of Fives, your majesty.” I begin with reverence. “So any dance where I follow him would likely be where I perform best, my King.”

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

This was weird. But why not? I know why not, because I suck at dancing and I’ll embarrass myself. Not thinking? Nope, I don’t have the luxury to stop thinking. Who knows who he'll tell? “Princess, just relax. It’s just a dance. Or are you really that bad at dancing?” Malachi said, and I wanted to prove him wrong. I could do this. I would not make a fool of myself. And even if I did. Who would believe a nobody like him over me?

He realised. Why did he agree to spend the last two hours in her sole company? Fuck. As if he wasn’t already trying to keep his control. The Prince really wanted to twine his hands into the mess of her gorgeous locks, cascading down her back. He also wanted to dance his fingers down the curve of her spine and slide them underneath her top. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Like it?" I glanced down at the dance floor, at the sea of bodies moving in sync with the music. Something inside me ached to be down there, lost in the rhythm, shedding my worries for just one night. I turned to Adlan, my eyes bright with excitement. "I want to dance. Dance with me." He shook his head, reaching out to tuck a loose curl behind my ear. "Go dance, Princess. I'll be right here." I bit my lip, glancing between him and the dance floor. Then I felt it, his hand gliding down to my ass, giving it a small tap.

I step back, offering a polite curtsy. “Thank you for the dance, Prince Direken,” I say, keeping my voice steady and formal. “The pleasure was all mine, Princess,” he replies, though I can tell he’s disappointed that the dance is over. He probably thought he could charm me, sweep me off my feet with his grandiose tales and smooth words. But it didn’t work. With the dance over, I finally allow myself to feel the full weight of my exhaustion. I don’t need to pretend anymore. There’s no more need to put on a smile or engage in polite conversation. I truly am tired, and I’m more than ready to retire for the evening.

Her eyes were dark, like twin pools of ink, and her pale face was devoid of expression. Her voice was soft, almost melodic, yet it carried an unsettling chill that crept into his bones. “My kind benefactor… the palace is in chaos. Prince Aric has committed a grave offense—he missed the Demon God's sacrificial ceremony. His right to the throne is about to be revoked!”

He looks really excited. "Exactly, Prince. I also think so. Let's get ready," replied Dante, no less enthusiastic than the prince. Both of them laughed. "Wear the best clothes. You must be happy today, my friend," said Dante, patting the prince on the shoulder. The Prince nodded and smiled. *****

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.

prince:- you are here, you won't let me die that what I feel if I find hope or another reason to keep going it worth living, I feel like old again, but I am disappointed. blue soul:- what are you meaning, you are disappointed master, did my answer show how curiosity or are you against my point of view. prince:- first tell me what is your gender, your voice is sounded like a male. he got confused he stands up. blue soul:- master I don't have gender because I can transform into everything, except human. prince:- I want to hug my beautiful prince, not by male, I don't have a thing for male and when if I am with a girl don't you think it romantic rather than a male.