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It had been a few days since the prince had last seen your mysterious self. It was as if he could still feel your hands on his chest, almost intimately looking up at him. He often found himself daydreaming of you and no one else at the calls he attended compared to you. This day he could finally lay his eyes on you again.
The doors to the ballroom opened as you made your way inside. Your dress flowing behind you, your hair framing your face perfectly. You looked as beautiful as ever and the whole ballroom seemed to take notice. You were the one even Lady Whistledown could not find out much about. Yet most importantly, you were
"Meine Prinzessin.."
As his eyes found yours, the world seemed to come to a halt.
