Dark Waltz || Open RP
And so, the prince carefully moved the bed curtains apart, eyes falling upon the most beautiful face in the land. Her hair curled on her forehead and cheeks, the red locks spilling about the pillow. Beth twirled through the dance studio with her book, waltzing across the floor with the grace of a swan.
The fourteen year old glanced up, spying a person staring at her in the doorway. She stumbled to a stop and nearly fell in the process, glasses flying off her face. “Oh, shoot.. Ah, sorry, did you need this studio? I can- I can go. Yeah, I’ll just do that. I’m sorry- I’ll just go.”












