Practically hugging the wall of the overcrowded dance floor, Error had his hands angrily stuffed in his pockets, visibly pouting about the fact that he was being excluded at his own event. It wasn’t like he wanted to be at this stupid ball anyways, but at least a little attention would’ve been nice. Instead, it was like everyone forgot the prince was there.

Since he had worked with the event coordinator previously, he knew that there was a big dance coming up. So, he had to find someone to dance with, otherwise he’d look stupid in front of all the other royals. Grumbling under his breath about being stuck in such a predicament, Error looked around the room, trying to find someone who looked to be there by themselves, so he could “generously swoop in and be hero”. But, unluckily for him, it looked like everyone else already had a partner.

That was, until he saw you. You were tucked so firmly into the corner that he almost thought you were a statue. This was perfect for him. So, with a newfound sense of confidence, Error strutted over to you, stopping right in front of you and extending his hand out to you, expecting you to be swooned at first sight.

You. Dance with me.

He spoke sternly, like it wasn’t a question. His hand remained extended out, but it trembled slightly. Error..didn't really want to be touched, but he was wearing gloves, and it was customary. At your silence, he shrunk away slightly, almost like he was feeling insecure by the possibility of rejection.