the knight is named so it’s kinda OC but if you rlly want to , it can be whoever you imagine.
synopsis: Princess Y/n attends a family friend’s royal ball. While taking a breather in the garden, y/n meets one of their knights and gets to chatting, eventually slipping away and wandering the castle with him
The royal hall roared with music, chatter, and laughter. The faint sound of glasses clashing and forks scraping could be heard to the attentive ear.
The man on the piano played gracefully, his fingers dancing with every note and flowing beautifully with the orchestra. The pianist face showed pure bliss and adoration for his music, as did Y/n's.
She was soaking in the beautiful music and atmosphere. loving the vibe she never gets tired of. Her family, the Bauer's, were invited to the Meyers annual ball. Both families were friends and have a long history. They attend each others balls and formals every year, their children practically grew up together.
Both families were chatting and discussing plans for their kingdoms, children, vacations, etc. Y/n didn't pay much mind to the chatter and focused her attention onto the music.
"Miss. Y/n here, is still looking for her a love, yes?"- Mrs. Belle asks your mother.
"Well of course, we aren't pressuring her though." Your mother responds, hoping Mrs. Belle doesn't continue pushing her son onto your roster.
The mention of your name caught your attention and you focused into the conversation. Mrs. Belle, like your mother had expected, brought up her son Kacey.
"Well, you do know that Kacey is a good boy, he is my son after all." Mrs. Belle teases with a laugh. Your mother laughs it off as well, not wanting it to continue, but not wanting to be rude either. "Oh yes, we love Kacey, how could we not?" Your mother responds.
You laughed along with them. "Yeah, Kacey is great, he's like a brother to me!" you add. The brother comment hit Mrs. Belle like a brick. She doesn't know why you stomp the romance before it can bloom. She mainly wants your beautiful genetics and family name, but she won't admit that part, especially not to your mother...
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You managed to get away from the group to go snag a few snacks and cheese cubes from the charcuterie table. As you reached for another toothpick, Kacey grabs it before you.
"Umm... Ma'am, what do you think this is? Charity?" He jokes with a sassy tone.
"Oh shut up and give me that." You laugh back while taking it from him. He puts on a fake shock and bring his hand to his chest. You guys have always had this sort of bond, constantly teasing each other since birth.
"So, you like my party?" He ask, back to his normal voice, while picking some grapes.
You turn and look at all the well dressed people dancing and chatting, then direct your eyes back to Kacey. "Nah." You shrug, trying not to grin but failing to as a huge smile breaks your face.
Kacey grins back, "Wow, you must really think you're funny." He teases. You two exchange banter and conversation for a little longer before his dad drags him off to meet a girl his mother found. Kacey hates this, he always has. If he wanted a girlfriend, he'd go get one. Kacey reluctantly follows his dad after telling you bye.
You watch as Kacey uncomfortably interacts with the girl to please his mother, the poor girl didn't even seem interested in Kacey, almost looking mad that Mrs. Belle convinced her to do this. Kacey is far from ugly, wavy shoulder length black hair with a strong face and green eyes, always well dressed and mannered in these situations.
You looked away from your friend's struggle, to not embarrass him any more then he already is. You walk away from the snack table to the nearest exit, your heels clicking with every step. Kacey eyed you as you left, wishing you'd come save him and confused to where you're leaving to.
You stepped out the back door without being stopped or called. The outside garden was beautiful and spayed out farther than you could see. Beautiful trees, bushes, and flowers placed in such an intricate way.
You followed a stone path that led you to another clearing in the yard, but as you got closer, the sound of water got louder. In the clearing stood a beautiful fountain. Towards the back were walls and windows of the castle, a few vines and flowers ran along the walls.
The moonlight lit up the clearing almost perfectly. You walked over to the fountain and took a seat on the edge, facing the yard. The music from inside could faintly be heard.
"Oh, hello there." A velvety german accent calls out, startling you. You turn and face the voice and you're met with the most handsome face you've seen in a while.
He stands tall, 6'4'' ish, with short, curly, black hair. He stands in full knight armor, minus his helmet. He has a straight nose with the slightest bump, perfect teeth, hazel eyes, finished with a set and defined jaw line. You stare at him, taking in all his features.
"Hi, sorry am I not supposed to be here?" You quickly question after zoning back in, scared that you're intruding on anything you shouldn't be. "Oh no, no. I assure you're not. May I sit?" He responds while pointing next to you.
"Yeah go ahead." you respond with relief. "Are you one of their knights?" You add. "Yes, I am, you're from the Bauer's right?" He responds with a grin.
Confusion hits your brain and it shows on your face. "Yes... How'd you know that?" You question with nervous laughter. "I've seen you around here, you may not have seen me, but that's kinda the point with the whole knight thing" He laughs.
"OH" You laugh back. "I didn't think of that." You add. He laughs along with you, studying all your features.
"Yeah, don't worry Y/N, I know you" He says teasing you.
"Oh well then, what's your name sir?" You respond with fake sass.
"My apologies to such royalty, it's Mark." He responds with joking sadness, with a hand over his heart. You both laugh at the silliness.
“Ever seen the castle? like other than the ball room and a few other rooms?” He adds while looking at one of the outer walls.
“Only a few rooms, I try not to be nosey.” You respond while staring at the flower bush, watching as the wind sways the delicate petals.
“Wanna be nosey?” He asks with a grin, tilting his head to face you. You mimic his gaze and think on what he asked. “Why not, as long as you don’t get me in trouble.” You say with a smile.
“I would never” He teases as he stands up, taking your hand. The unexpected touch sends shivers up your arm.
He leads you guys to another back entrance of the castle, slowly opens the door, and leads you guys in. The hall you enter is beautiful and has tall walls. The walls have small indents in them, creating a mantel that holds a intricate candle holders and decorations.
You follow behind him as he leads you through the hallway. After a few twist and turns, you find yourself in a small circular room that has a stone, spiral, staircase in it.
"you expect me to walk these stairs... with this dress and heels?" You laugh out with nervousness while pointing at the stair case.
He looks at you with a mischievous grin, "Oh I'm sorry pretty lady." He responds before scooping you up into his arms bridal style.
Your face goes red at the unexpected gesture but the cool metal of his armor on you arm sends chills down your body. Mark looks down at your red face, taking in your beautiful features, the eye contact makes you nervous and you quickly look away.
Mark softly laughs at you and begins taking the steps. Once at the top of the stairs, Mark sets you back down on your feet , leaving his hand on you hip for a few seconds, lingering on your soft dress.
The room in front of you was beautiful, the walls were a royal blue with intricate gold foil patterns across the blue. the room was curved and the ceiling was high and ended in a point. A small chandelier hung in the center. There was a big, open, window that looked over the castles pond.
Your heels clicked on the tile floor as you walked to the window, Mark behind you. You jaw slacked as you looked out at the view. the sound of the fountain was distant and the cool wind hit your face, blowing your hair back.
"Your castle doesn't have this?" Mark teased while placing his hand onto your lower back.
"No, It does not, this is so pretty." You say in awe. Your castle is surrounded by beautiful trees and foliage. You see deer and small bears on a daily, never beautiful ponds with swans and fish.
Mark pushes your hair behind your ear, "I wouldn't want your mother to get worried that someone stole you." He says quietly to you.
"yeah... let's go back, I fear it may be time for me to go soon." You respond sadly, while looking back at him, not wanting this feeling to end.
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You were right, it was time to go. You said your goodbyes and thanks to Kacey's family as you left the main entrance of the castle. Each step down the small stairs made you sad, knowing you were leaving Mark.
A few knights stood outside the castle, guarding of course. You couldn’t figure out which one was Mark.
"Gosh!, about time you get out of my castle!" Kacey fake groans once he spots you outside the castle. The sudden interaction snapped you back into realty.
"Yeah well, your party sucked, I'm never coming back." You respond with the same joking attitude. Both of you burst out in laughter and hug each other goodbye.
"so, how'd it go with that girl?" You tease, knowing he hated it and probably didn't talk to her long.
"Umm... no, just no. She's sweet and pretty but did not like me, which is fine because I didn't like her either." He laughs, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"Oh yeah, I could tell. very obvious." You tease. "Make sure to actuality write me back, Left me with no trace of you for a few months." You say with fake sternness
"I'll think about it" He responds with fake sass and an eye roll. Kacey walks you to your carriage and chats with your parents for a little bit before a knight walks over to your carriage to shut the door and secure the lock.
You and the knight make eye contact, it's Mark , He sends you a wink before walking away. The wink sends a rush down your spine. The carriage moving startles you back to reality.
"So Miss Y/N, whose the boy?" Your father ask you.
