The horses galloped down the cobblestone path towards the palace. It was all aglow like fire in the midnight sky, furiously reaching towards the stars and the moon. Tonight was the biggest night in all of Russia. The kind was throwing a ball and all people of importance were invited. The woman stepped out of her carriage, hair up done with diamonds and glittering strings. Her flowing dress, dark and passionate as her ruby red lips. A white glove offered her a hand, but she brushed it off, eyes focused on the entrance. waiting for no one, she glided up the steps and the doors were opened revealing a blast of music and laughter accompanied by the sweet scent of expensive foods and perfume. She stepped in and the doors shut behind her, she straightened her ring then inconspicuously glanced at her reflection in a passing vase. She shook her head, trying to get rid of the nervous expressions she had just seen. She headed into the ballroom and glanced around. The kind was just leading his youngest daughter onto the floor with a big grin on his face. Then, there was the prince; quietly standing next to the throne, arms folded, watching the twirling dresses and clapping hands. She watched him for a moment, then their eyes met. She quickly looked down, but glanced up as he made his way over to her.
"I thought maybe you'd forgotten." He smiled, holding his arm out to her.
"I could never."
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