prince hans was a ball of emotions as he prepared for the evening festivities. it was an annual tradition in his family to throw a grand ball that would rival the year before, but this year, hans knew a lot of eyes would be on him.
a quick glance at the guest list told him there would be plenty of lords and ladies to dodge as soon as he stepped into the ballroom, and so he had been delaying the arrival of that moment for as long as he could.
by this time, guests would have slowly started to filter in, their arrival announced for everyone to hear. hans fiddled with the brooch on the collar of his coat, making sure the family crest was positioned just right. if the mirror in front of him could speak, it would tell him he did not look any better than he did an hour ago.
a string quartet would be playing a soft melody to get everyone into a socializing mood, but hans could only imagine suitors throwing daggers at each other, and his stomach churned. a knock on his door startled the young prince back into staring at his reflection in the mirror.
smile. sit up straight. don't let a single strand of hair be out of place, he reminded himself before taking a deep breath and standing up. it's time.
he would not want to let his family down. as he opened the door, he looked for the familiar face that would make the walk to the ballroom less lonely than being in it would be. "i'm ready," he announced, letting the familiar presence of his knight settle his nerves a little bit.
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