Prince Dancers Novels & Stories

He said with a wink and she smiled and took his offered hand politely, wondering how long she had to be polite before she could go find the only male that interested her. “I’ll show her around.” The Prince said and the King waved them off with a pleased smile. She sent him a deadpan look because she wasn’t blind to his attempt at matchmaking but He only shrugged. “Your Highness, May I have your first dance?” Prince Mondrake asked. “I’ve never been called Your Highness, Freya is fine.” She said as she slipped her fingers into his. From across the room, Zeldaurus’s gaze burned into her, her watcher.

How can they be rehearsing waltzes when I feel like I’m preparing for a funeral? I stand and pace the room, my mind chasing itself in circles. Run. Stay. Fight. Give in. Every option tastes bitter. I stop by the window, pushing the curtain aside. The night air is cool, brushing my face like a whisper. Beyond the palace walls, the world looks free, dark streets, flickering lanterns, open sky. Out there, no one would call me “Your Highness.” Out there, I could be just a man. But here… here I’m a prince. And princes don’t get to choose.

Your little wife asked him to lift her there. Tavisha had ignored the whole incident; she sashayed across to the pole that one of our dancers quickly evacuated, saying, 'It's all yours, Principessa.' She huffs at her because she knows she will lose money if she doesn't dance, but Tavisha is my wife, and I am the MC President, so she does not have a choice. Before I can stop her, my beautiful little captive grabs the pole and swirls around it, her white blonde hair flying out around her like a cloud. The effect is mesmerising, and the whole room is watching her as she kicks off her boots and wraps one leg around the pole and with a graceful leap, she's upside down and moving her body in time

I tried hard to recall what happened the night of the ball. "That night, the witch gave me a gown and a pair of glass slippers. After I entered the palace, Prince Adrian spotted me right away and invited me to dance. He looked at me with such affection, like I was the only person in the room." Mira pressed on. "Then what?" I frowned. "Then the clock struck midnight. I was in a rush to leave, and one of the slippers fell off while I was running."

After only a minute or so, they returned to their seats. Once they were seated, the nobles filled the floor. They were allowed to dance with each other, but not us. The candidates’ dances were reserved for the princes alone, unless permission was explicitly given by the royal family. The order of the princes’ dances was chosen at random, but by the end, each prince would have danced with every candidate. Only the servants and the princes knew the order. The servants weaved through the crowd of us girls searching for the first dancers. Julian, however, ignored it all by approaching me.

It never does. Across the courtyard, the prince reclined on his cushions like a man auditioning for a painting. The kind of opulence you only earn by being born in the right house was draped on everything he touched: gold-thread pillows, cords of pearls, the amused attention of a hundred eyes. A masked dancer bent to him and he barely looked. Boredom in a crown is still boredom. And then the floor changed. Noise broke like glass. Not because the drums cracked or the flutes fell out of tune but because the air leaned forward. A movement that didn’t belong cut across the choreography. I felt it before I identified it.

They broke apart with the Dark Prince giving Kyle a deadly glare. The dinner was filled with embarrassing stories, emotional speeches and most of all vigorous and energetic dancing. Bethany did not leave the dance floor after she ate dinner. She simply didn't want to stop dancing. In that process, she pulled whoever she could onto the dance floor to join her in doing some crazy dance moves. Princess Aeval laughed and danced with her beloved friends enjoying the night with them. It was mostly her side of the family as Beth didn't have any family members left.

Unused to it and unprepared for it, I lost balance, and fell, but he grabbed my waist, smiling and making it all seem like it was a part of the dance. Butterflies let loose in my belly, and he spun me around a few more times; by the time we were at the end of the hall, close to the counter filled with all kinds of drinks; I was pressed to him closer than ever. “That was… crazy.” I said, with a little laugh. “You just made an awful dancer look like a great one.” I made a spinning motion with my finger kn delight, and he laughed. “Do you know how many dances a King has to endure, starting from his days as a Prince?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“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'

I guess she's hoping that move to be a thirst trap but it seems he looks rather irritated by her presence. I guess being forward isn't attractive! Prince Aldrich seems to be enjoying himself on the dance floor with his Future bride as they walzted and dance to the rhythm of the orchestra, he looks happy smiling down at his future bride.. “Cindy Farmington, where in god's name have you been"Pricilia hurries to my side saying with clenched teeth.