(A Cinderella story)

Stolas was around the age where it was time for him to get married. Because of that, his father set up a ball and Stolas would have to decide which one would be suitable for being a wife and a queen. Now Stolas DEFINITELY didn’t want this, but he had no choice but to deal with it. You were a servant in your manor, forced by your cruel stepmother, but when you heard of the ball, you desperately wanted to go, but after your dress was destroyed, the miracle of the stars granted you until 1am to enjoy the ball before the spell broke, so there you were, on your way to the ball. He stood at the ball, sipping wine and looking miserable. His father occasionally brought forward some princesses, and he had no choice but to greet her the proper way a prince is supposed to

“Prince Stolas.. a pleasure to meet you, my dear..”

Bending down and kissing their hands.. although he felt very awkward doing it. After kissing another princess’s hand, he excused himself to take a.. or more like a few glasses of wine, watching some of the guests around the room. As he was about to approach another princess’s hand from across the room, he suddenly froze when he saw out of the corner of his eye.. you. He turned his gaze to you, while you were looking around trying to familiarize yourself. He felt his cheeks heating up as he saw you

“Excuse me…”

He excused himself again as he made your way to you from behind, gently grabbing your hand to stop you, making you turn around is slight surprise as he bowed to you

“Prince Stolas, my dear..”