Prince Dancers Novels & Stories

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

he said to hear cheers and the instant sounds of music. "If princess Arianna would allow, I would like to have this dance" Prince willow said, already taking Arianna's hand, she gulped as she looked at her father who nodded, and she walked with the prince to the dance floor, shifting uncomfortably as one of his hands placed itself on her waist and the other held her hands. "It is a beautiful night" he said as the waltzed elegant through the room. Arianna nodded as she looked at his face, he didn't seem like a bad person, his face looked so calm and kind.

While she was receiving several scoldings from her father, the crown prince came to ask for a dance. Her elder sister was about to throw a tantrum because she wanted to have a dance with the crown prince. Diana denied the crown prince's request for her to join him for a dance but her father forced her and apologized to the crown prince on her behalf. The latter had no choice but to succumb. She saw Williams also dancing with a beautiful lady, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Hopefully thinking that she'd spare Williams a dance. The dance between Diana and the crown prince went well. The lass was uncomfortable because of the continual stare she was receiving from the crown prince.

As the music quickened, the flowers on the screen bloomed faster, more abundantly, energetically, and enthusiastically. Prince Eighth slowly stood up, his face blushing excitedly, and clapped his hands together vigorously, "So beautiful! This performance is the most beautiful! It's so much more beautiful compared to the earlier one!" Everyone kept exclaiming in awe, unable to describe their astonishment at this miraculous scene. The dance was not peerlessly extraordinary, and the painting technique could have been more sophisticated, but to dance and paint simultaneously, the most challenging aspect was coordinating these two actions. Each dance step had to correspond to the blossoming of a

I threw a sideways glance at my parents and I could just imagine the surprise and relief on both their faces. The young man led me to the dance floor and we started moving our bodies to the music. 'I am Prince Lyndon Woods of the Borderline Park', he said. 'It is a privilege dancing with you, Princess Iris'. 'Oh, I am honoured to make your acquaintance, Prince Lyndon', I replied. We danced for a while and I felt him staring at me. 'Do I have anything on my face?' I asked suddenly. 'What?' he asked shocked, then laughed. 'No, I was just wondering if you would want allow me court you?'

she said, her voice filled with wonder. Liam chuckled, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Yes, I am your Prince Charming," he replied, his tone playful yet sincere. "And tonight, I'll make you my princess." The music continued to play, and they resumed their dance, moving in perfect harmony. Their feet glided across the polished floor as if they were floating on air. Each turn, each step was executed with precision, yet there was a natural fluidity to their movements that spoke of genuine connection rather than mere choreography.

Gayle announced one afternoon, during a particularly grueling dance practice, “you’ll finally get to meet the Crown Prince. He’s arriving early next week to oversee some of the final arrangements. He’s quite particular about things, you see.” The Crown Prince. Another layer to the royal cake. I just nodded, focusing on not stepping on Gayle’s toes during a particularly easy waltz step. We were attending a series of practice sessions for the dance parts of the banquet, an elaborate choreography that included a traditional Elyrian court dance. My feet ached, but Gayle’s infectious dedication kept me going.

The prince snarled, blade flashing. Nikolai blocked, hard. “IT IS.” "NO. It's damnation!" Their swords clashed so hard it sent both of them stumbling back. And for a breath, just one, the fire paused. Then— Nikolai did something I didn't expect. He let his sword fall. Not slipped. Not fumbled. He dropped it. It hit the stone like a final heartbeat. "If you believe I damned you, then end it." The prince froze, staring. Panting. Bloody. His hand still gripped the hilt like it was all he had left.

“I thought… it was the only way to protect you. The politics, the danger….” “Save it.” I turned to leave. He caught my wrist gently. “Grace.” I pulled free. “Enjoy your ball, Your Highness.” I walked out onto the balcony for air, heart hammering. Inside, the music swelled, the announcement for the first dance. Prince Kael and Princess Nashti glided to the center. She was stunning, tall, ethereal, silver hair, perfect Omega grace. They moved like they belonged together. Couples joined them on the floor.

I was not even aware Lenon was his name until today. I feel my heart beat faster and my hands tremble. No! Calm down Hazel. It could just be that it was a means to woo females. Yes calm down. There was no special meaning to this. The fool is probably hoping I would fall for his charms and warm his bed tonight. I calm down and get my self under control. I allow the crown prince to lead me to the dance floor. In the higher society it is a rule that no one else can dance once once a member of the royal family is dancing.