would you be willing to write Prince Friedrich x fem!reader? i was thinking a first meeting scene with maybe innocent/accidental physical contact.
Absolutely! Thank you for the request! What a cute idea, especially for how kind honorable Prince Friedrich is. Hope you enjoy!
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Tags: Prince Friedrich x reader, fluff, innocent little one shot (though I am not opposed to a part two if it is wanted!)
The Sweetest Touch (Prince Friedrich x Fem!Reader)
Your mother always talked of love at first sight, especially since it seemed an instant connection between her and your father. She read you fairytales as a child, and as you grew older she reminded you each and every year how close you were to your debut. She talked of beautiful ballrooms and handsome men who would all be vying for your attention. She claimed you to the most beautiful girl in the world. You became more and more excited over the years, hoping to meet your Price Charming who would sweep you off of your feet.
Unfortunately, your first season out was not exactly idyllic. You seemed to be overlooked by many men as their attention was fully on Daphne Bridgerton, the diamond of the season. She was kind, beautiful, and utterly charming. You tried your best to compete and somehow outshine the diamond, but you realized it was no use against someone with the queen’s favor. Still, you kept your head held high still because you did not need the attention of many men, just the one who would be your love at first sight…your own instant connection.
Tonight, you decided, would be a ball like no other. Tonight was the night that the rumors of a prince coming to Mayfair would be revealed. He may or not be there for the diamond, but that did not matter to you. If it was one glance and you both felt love, then he was to be your husband. You wore your favorite gown, a white gown with silver jewels adorned in a way that complimented your shape. Your lady’s maid put your hair in an elegant updo, with lilies poking out in a sort of halo. Brilliant silver jewelry hung from your ears and around your neck made you truly dazzling. White shoes and gloves were the finishing touches to your ensemble.
“You are breathtaking my dear,” your mother appeared in your room, coming up behind you as you stood in the mirror, “I do hope you catch the eye of whatever gentleman you so choose this evening.”
“Thank you,” you turn to her, “How soon are we to leave?”
“The carriage will be read in just a few minutes dear,” she gently touched your shoulder, squeezing it before walking away.
You take one last look in the mirror, smiling to yourself. You look good, better than good really. Your mother was right, and you believed you were truly dazzling. A certain lightness in your step followed you down the stairs of your home, as if you left a trail of magical fairy dust. It seemed fitting as your Prince Charming seemed destined to await you. You felt invincible, a feeling that that you had felt since the beginning of the season. Nothing and no one could touch you as you floated into the carriage.
• • •
The night seemed to drag on and on. You found yourself glancing at the clock quite often, as if you were running out of time. Time was of the essence when it came to meeting Prince Friedrich, but he had been swarmed by an ever growing circle of eligible ladies all night. The objectives of your mission slipped out of your hands as the hands of the clocked ticked away. You had not even gotten the chance to say hello. You cursed yourself for arriving late to the ball in the first place. A minor mishap in some mud nearly caused your carriage to completely break down. Still, you arrived at a decent enough hour to not cause any sort of uproar that would result in your appearance in Lady Whistledown the next morning. You heard secondhand from a few ladies of all the compliments he gave, mainly that each lady he talked to looked exquisite in their dress. Even if you would not be able to have a full conversation with him, you had hoped to be a part of the group that received such a compliment from him.
The night was drawing to a close and you were sure that you had lost your chance completely. You sigh heavily, looking at the ceiling and then down at the floor. Your hand reached for the glass of lemonade next to you, but instead it bumped into another hand. You heard the drink knock over, and you quickly turned to clean the mess.
“I am so sorry!” you hurriedly apologize as you go to pick up the glass.
The mysterious hand reached for the glass as well, and well…neither of your hands actually reached the glass. Instead, they ran into each other, ending up in a holding of hands. Sparks shot up your arm, and it caught you completely off guard. Could one touch be so electrifying? You must meet this man who caused such a stirring in you. You look up to see none other than Prince Friedrich. It seemed as if time slowed down itself. Jolts of frenzied energy surge through your hand that felt magnetically entwined with his. Both of you stare at one another, in a complete freeze.
“Oh I-" you started to say, but then you remembered where you were and who you happened to be holding hands with.
You pulled your hand away, “I apologize. I did not mean-”
He smiled and waved a dismissed hand, “It is okay. I was not looking either. Did- did it spill on you?”
“No, no,” you smile back, “Did anything spill on you?”
“No…no…” the air felt tense, whether it was a good or bad tension was not known to you in that moment, but he continued anyway, “I am happy. It would be a shame to ruin such a marvelous dress.”
Marvelous…no not exquisite…but marvelous…
“Marvelous…” you repeat the word to yourself quietly.
He was even more handsome than you had hoped. His blonde hair looked feather soft, and the delicate waves that framed his bone structure enticed your eyes. The blue of his suit complimented the blue of his eyes well. His adornments shone beautifully under the light of the ballroom. He stood tall and broad, not that he appeared to be that broad, more just imposing in a gentle, dignified way. Your eyes followed every detail of his figure, getting so lost in the regal man before you that you had forgotten that you were suppose to respond.
“Thank you,” you say as your gaze meets his again.
He seemed bemused by your lack of words, “Might I know the name of such a beautiful lady?”
“Miss L/n,” you responded with more speed this time, “You must be Prince Friedrich. Have you enjoyed your time here in Mayfair so far?”
“Indeed,” he picked up another glass of lemonade and handed it to you, then he grabbed one for himself, “Mayfair has much to offer it seems. Though I wish sooner I had known it also had you to offer. I do not believe I saw you earlier Miss L/n.”
“My apologies,” you giggle a bit nervously, “I’m afraid my carriage seems to be in need of a bit of fixing. I did happen to enjoy a few dances earlier though.”
“Oh no,” he took a sip of his drink, “Well…I am glad that you still made it here regardless.”
He seems to go silent for a moment. His eyes roam over your face and body. The pleasant smile coupled with a nearly blank face made him incredibly hard to read. It was only through words you were able to decipher what it is he wanted, “Do you think you might have one spot left on your dance card?”
You take a look at your card, seeing that you have exactly one spot left, “You are in luck. It appears I do, though it is quite late. I understand if you-”
He takes your hand anyway, leading you towards the dance floor, “I am by no means tired Miss L/n. Even if I was, it would be a terrible thing to leave a lady such as yourself with an incomplete dance card, would it not?”
Charming indeed. You blush slightly, feeling that light and airy feeling in your feet as you were swept away onto the dance floor. The music that had been slowly fading suddenly turned lively again with the prince’s presence. It was as if the musicians had been in a lulled sense of state and then an invisible force halted them awake again. The people who were still left became spectators to the two of you, with only two or three couple occupying the dance floor with you. A slow waltz commenced, something you had not expected to play, but perhaps the late hours of the evening condoned such a thing.
Prince Friedrich’s hand joined your again with the other modestly placed on your lower mid-back. His touch was firm, but ultimately gentle, treating you as something delicate. He stared deeply into your eyes, not in a commanding way but rather displaying intrigued and curiosity. He may have been sizing you up, but of course it was only out of a place of necessity for his regal status. While his eyes may be saying something, the way he held you said something else entirely. The way his hands gripped onto your body coupled with the closeness of this kind of dance made you feel as if you were the only two in the room. That delusion was very much so broken when you began to hear subtle whispers. You looked about the room as the dance commenced, everyone’s eyes glued to you.
“Do not mind them,” he spoke quietly, “It is only natural for them to look. I would think you used to stares from onlookers.”
“With all do respect your highness, I must admit that you are quite wrong,” you admit sheepishly.
“Then I suppose you are receiving long overdue attention,” the grip he had on your back tightened ever so slightly, perhaps not to scare you but as a subtle sign of affection.
“You flatter me too much your highness,” you say lightheartedly, “I assure you that they are looking me only to wonder how I must have charmed you into a dance.”
“Then perhaps you should tell them that spilling a glass of lemonade works wonders,” he chuckled.
You giggled at his words. It still seemed baffling to you that he appeared so interested in you, especially since he was right in that all you did to capture his attention was spill a glass of lemonade. Perhaps your mother was right in that one look between two people can cause such a fluster of emotions. However, as you fall perfectly in tune with his steps, you realize that it may not have been love at first sight. In fact, it was touch that had occurred before sight itself. The way your hands connected then and now…something just felt…right. It was not skin on skin contact as you both had gloves on, but the chemistry was still felt nonetheless.
The dance ended all too quickly for your liking, but you gave your best polite bow to him, and he surely gave the same to you. You thought the end of your time with him was then, but you heard footsteps behind you as you made your way off of the dance floor. You turned to see him following you, and it made the familiar blush creep across your cheeks even more. It was back to the refreshment table as it was so often a place of comfort for you at these events. You take one last glance at the clock before taking your place beside the table. It really was late, but at least you had accomplished your mission.
His voice cut through all your inner thoughts, “Might I hope to see you at the next ball, Miss L/n?”
Eagerness. Something unbecoming of a prince. Yet, that indignity did not make your heart race any less, “If you are in attendance, I shall be sure to be there.”
“I do hope your carriage gets fixed soon,” he takes your hand, placing a kiss on the center of your gloved hand, “I do not wish to be the last name on your dance card again.”
With a smooth precision, he turns his heels and makes his way out of the ballroom. You stand there, still reeling in the briefness and intensity of your time with him. You wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. You wondered if the calm and kind demeanor was merely a facade for some deeper feeling. You try not to let your thoughts or hopes run wild, as this was just a first meeting after all. However, it is not easy for you to let go of the spirit of the fairytales that raised you by shaping your entire perspective on love itself. As you make your way to find your mother, you wonder if you have a new kind of tale for her. It would be a tale not of sight but of a sweetest kind of touch.
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