FOR MY 1800'S BOYFRIEND

 FOR MY 1800'S BOYFRIEND

SEBASTIAN ROSWELL

AURORA WELHOUSIE

Waltz. Soft whispers. Dancing feet.

I am invited to the royal ball conducted by King Sebastian Roswell of Rosehave. It astounds me every time that I have one of the best experiences of my life here in the ball. The beautifully decorated Royale Gardens, with its fragrant flowers, vines, and plants arranged on the rosewood furniture. This place feels like entering a romantic rose garden. According to the king, the Royale Gardens have all the different kinds of rose plants, and one day he intends to give this wonderland to his future wife. The King is smart, poetic, and a very romantic person indeed. His presence makes any room light up with joy. He is charming and has been the Ladies' man. When the ladies courted him, his eyes always sought mine. His confident strides make him the powerful ruler he is. I have always wondered what he has in mind for his future wife.

The announcement is made that the king is joining the Royale Ball. “I wish he would ask for my hand at this ball, too.”His soft words always engage me. Being in his presence feels interesting.

I see him walking to his throne. Steady, head held high, composed, if he is showing where the power lies.

"Guests shall assemble. The Royale Ball commences in 15 minutes," the Master of Ceremonies says.

My dance card is empty this time because last time the King had asked me for the dance. So, everyone presumed he would ask me tonight also. I still haven't heard a word from his dance partner.

" Miss Welhousie, I am delighted to meet you again. " A familiar voice brings me back to the present. It is The King talking to me.

"It's my pleasure to be in your previous dance, Your Majesty," I say, a small smile slipping out of the nervousness.

"Would you mind being my dance partner this time also, Miss Aurora?" He says, blushing a bit. He lends his hand.

"It would be my honour, Your Majesty." I curtsy, taking his hand.

My heart gallops with the firm grip of his hands on my soft hands. " The Royal ball shall begin," announces the Master of Ceremonies. His voice still rings in my mind.

My fingers perfectly fit into his knuckles. His touch was narrowing the space between us.

"Are you enjoying the evening, Miss Aurora? "Starting a conversation between us like we are childhood friends.

"Yes, Your Majesty," I say, swaying with the beat. He twirls me and brings me close to him and whispers into my ear.

" I just started enjoying it with you ." He says with a smile, tugging on his lips. “Dimples appeared on his cheeks, like a prayer answered from heaven.”I smile too.

It is not the plastered smile that comes when I am at an important event. It is the genuine smile that brings me closer to him.

He speaks every line as though it were poetry and dances like brushstrokes on a canvas.

"What do you think about your king, Miss Aurora?" He says in a playful tilt of his voice.

"That, he is extremely charming and smart. What do you think about me, Your Majesty? I ask, maintaining the same gossip vibe.

" I think she is the best thing that has happened in the world. "He says his eyes locked on mine.

I freeze at that comment. He surely likes me, doesn't he?

That's when the waltz stops, ending the dance.

"Please have your dance card empty, Miss Aurora. I want to be your regular dance partner. " He says, smiling at me.

"Sure, Your Majesty," I say.

My heart still raced, as if I had been swept away on a storm of music and warmth.

He smiled, and I realized the Royale Ball wasn’t just a dance—it was the first page of our story.