An Unconventional Dance - Part 1.

Amy19260 09/24/19

I'm returning with fairly new ideas and I am experimenting a bunch, so please do forgive me if this is badly written or anything of sorts. It's something I felt like experimenting but never had the courage to. Without further ado, take my shot.

:warning: Warning. Fanfiction ahead. Proceed with caution understanding that this is in no way canon, nor might it make any sense, but bear with me c:

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The castle is lively, the toasts in Emperor's honor echo, muffled voices are lost in the orchestral tune.

I have a calm, soft pace, glancing around, analyzing every bit of people who surround me. They glance, some glare once they recognize the royal theme of my dress but I keep my head high and my eyes half-closed. I take a glass of wine and return a polite smile to the butler. As my lips touch the glass, they grip onto it as I notice Emperor Rudolf.

Our Kingdoms aren't necessarily declaring war against each other's, nor can I claim a genuine or political partnership between them.

With hesitance and fueled by the desire to be respectful, I gracefully put the glass on a table and head towards Emperor Rudolf at a moderate pace. Suddenly, out of what seems nowhere, I encounter a man who startles me by standing right in my way.

"What's the rush? Need to go anywhere?"

And as I glance, I am facing a tall, charming prince. He casually ruffles his hair and on his face a smirk is placed. I can tell he is trying a bit...too hard to impress. But I am not one to complain.

"I didn't quite catch your name."

I snap from this peculiar trance and bow, him returning a bow as well.

"I am Princess Amythia, coming on behalf of the —"

"Ah, looks like you have already met my nephew."

My eyes widen as Emperor Rudolf approaches us and I bow once more. My father and him used to be very close, until they happened to fancy the same lady...His words are soft and kind. He always had a soft spot for me, perhaps I reminded him of her. But I digress.

So, it looks like the mysterious man so happens to be his nephew. Without wanting to, I cannot help but fixate my look on him the entire time, him doing so as well.

Amythia: I am honored to partake to such a splendid ball.

Rudolf: Honor is on our behalf. It is a shame your family couldn't make it.

Amythia: They...are busy preparing the coronation of my younger brother.

In Rudolf's eyes I can read this pity that I shrug off by lowering my look. He sighs, then chuckles.

Rudolf: So, you have met my nephew. Berkut, this is Princess Amythia. Princess Amythia, my nephew, Prince—

Berkut: Berkut.

He smiles and reaches for my hand, which he gently kisses, backing away slowly.

I blush, feeling quite flustered.

Amythia: P-Pleasure to meet you.

Berkut: Pleasure is mutual.

Rudolf smiles and backs away slowly.

Rudolf: I will leave you two have a talk.

We both look at one another. My cheeks begin to burn and I lower my look.

The truth is, he is handsome. He is everything any lady or gentleman could ever possibly want from someone to be their significant other.

Berkut: It would be a waste and truthfully shameful for us to spend this time quietly. Are you one not to chat, lady Amythia?

Amythia: A-Ah, no...I am...I was unaware that...Emperor's nephew would be of the same age such as I.

Berkut: *chuckles* I am sorry if that disappoints you. I beg your pardon, but I believe I have not quite got the name of your Kingdom.

Amythia: It's...of no importance. *smiles* Lord Berkut, what brings you to this ball?

Berkut: It was organized to celebrate my day of birth, which...believe it or not, so happens to be on this very day.

I look shocked at him and try to hide it with a soft smile. How idiotic of me to ask that! This is absolutely embarrassing...

Amythia: M-My family hasn't informed me rightfully...I beg for forgiveness, I have not brought any thing to prove our gratitude regarding such special day.

He chuckles quite a bit.

Berkut: You needn't excuse. It is...rather undeniably enjoyable however to see you try to apologise. It is alright, your company is greatly appreciated alone.

Before I can respond, the tune of the music changes to a slower pace.

He glances at me and lends me his hand.

Berkut: M'lady, do you enjoy dancing?

I touch his hand.

Amythia: It is something I dearly treasure, yes.

Berkut: May I, then, have this dance?

I nod and he gently pulls me close, holding my waist. I shiver at his touch, in return wrapping my arm around his neck.

~Our eyes met~

With each step I feel as if we fly

Don't let me go, I will fall and die

I have only met you now, but do I know you?

We must have met before, I have no clue...

Your touch is firm and gentle

You appear soft, but also too much to handle

Who are you, oh, my mysterious prince?

Please, make this not happen once...

You twirl me but hold me close

Our feet barely touch the ground, just as those of a galloping horse

Wherever we are going, take me away

Teach me more about you, I want to stay.

Through every summer and winter

Promise me a hope that we will stay together

You're twirling me further

I wish not to dance with any other...

I pull her close once more

Such feelings I have never felt before...

Who is this mistress, I may have no belief in divinity

But this might be love at first sight, sincerely...

Our bodies are synchronized

None gives in, neither is tired

She twirls, I keep her away from flying

As if I were to let go, she would be dying

The crowd stops to ire our moves

We can't stop, like sheep chased by wolves

I try to keep my step with hers

I lift her, she is as light as feathers

Could she be the one, father?

I truly wish for no other...

Our souls must be made for one another

The dance will end soon, but I would go further...

—

He twirls me once more

This time I will bring her closer than before

Our bodies touch, his lips with a kiss mine threat

From the moment our eyes met.

We look in each other's eyes and breathe heavily, our ended performance filling the castle with a loud round of applauds.

We chuckle and back away softly.

Berkut: I am fairly impressed, I will not deny that.

Amythia: I mutually agree on that statement. Shall we have a drink now, to settle our burning feet?

Berkut: *smiles* Of course.

We both take a glass and head towards the balcony, where he gently puts it aside and rests his elbows on the edge, watching the night's sky.

Amythia: The sky is so beautiful here...it is much darker where I live.

Berkut: I don't get the chance to watch it myself. I cherish these moments dearly and never share them with anyone. But tonight, for one reason or another, I blame the drinks, I have an unreasonable urge to share this very special moment with you.

I blush and smile. I put my glass next to his and him.

Amythia: Is dancing another way of escaping your daily duties?

Berkut: No, but it must be for you. Your steps were firm and tense, a fast pace that, had I not any dancing knowledge, would have caused my performance be at most mediocre. Lady Amythia, is everything–

Amythia: Lord Berkut, as much as I would love to share with you the answer you will be longing for, my lips are sealed, until–

Rudolf s us on the balcony, causing us to part away and sit in positions more befitting for his presence.

Rudolf: Please do forgive me for interrupting you two again, but there is someone I would like for you to meet, Berkut. As well as you too, Amythia.

He smiles. Berkut and I look puzzled and firm.

Rudolf: Berkut, I present you...

your future wife, Lady Rinea.

And from Emperor's back a beautiful, young lady, with blue silky hair, a mesmerizing dress appears before our eyes. In my heart I feel an excruciating pain and I begin thinking excuses. I take my glass of wine and smile.

Amythia: While it has been a pleasure to meet you Lord Berkut, as well as attend the ball altogether, I am afraid I have to go.

I bow once more and rush towards the exit. Behind me I can hear Berkut's pleads for me to wait, but with tears in my eyes I drop the glass and disappear in the crowd.

Coming here was a mistake. I shouldn't have.

I swiftly rush down the steps, with him right behind me shouting:

Berkut: Lady Amythia, please, wait!–

But I bury my head in my hair and jump in my chaise, mumbling only these last words:

Amythia: Goodbye, Lord Berkut.

And my chaise disappears in the darkness, glancing only once, one last time to see him, before I return with shame back home one last time.

He was my last chance. It was love at first sight, but our fates did not match.

I drown in tears and the last hours run through my head.

his touch...

...his smile.....

.........his chuckle.....

...our dance...