“The girl is so lucky.”
“I wish I was her..”
“Such a beautiful looking pair.”
Whispers of people within the ballroom filled the air as the crowd watched the two dance. Their steps elegant and orderly, it was like fitting the last piece of the puzzle in place.
Kyojuro had this bright smile like he always did, and plenty of people said it seemed brighter when he was dancing with the fair lady. This mystery woman, she was the first to dance with the prince- yet first to leave when the clock struck midnight.
The only thing left of her was the glass slipper that has fallen off her feet, and the lingering memory of the shared dance.
Who was to say you weren’t jealous? Plenty of woman were too.
But those woman weren’t anything in the princes eyes. In his hands was the precious glass, and in your hand, was a pair of clippers. You were working on ridding the ivy that was growing over the balcony again, gloves on your hand and all.
He looks sad. Not really. Just.. admiring the slipper you supposed.
Working at the castle since your father had brought you over, he was the gardener, and you were just some kind of.. servant. Maid. Nothing of importance to the prince- who could replace you with a wave of his hand.
Just because you knew you were of low status, didn’t prevent you from falling for the prince either. Half of the maids gushed about him, and in all honesty you’re part of that group.
Kyojuro conversed with you a couple of times. Usually when you notice he gets.. really sad. Maybe like he was right now. Everyday, you could see the nobles pressure him; do this- no do that. Be like your father, no- act like your mother. Despite it all, he’s still always encouraging his younger brother and treating everyone with respect. Now the pressure was on him to find the woman he had danced with.
A sudden breeze tosses your hat onto the ground, without looking, you turned to pick it up, only to find a hand that had already grabbed it. The prince extended his hand towards you, holding the rim.
“Yours?”
While his other hand continued to grip the slipper, he greets you with a grin like always- optimistic and warm.