「        @b-erserk​ asked  ― 🤚 to offer your muse a hand in dance        」

        ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴘᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ. it’s a common scene in her castle, the music, the dancing . . . all things she’d grown so used to through her life. but never did the princess really feel as though she fit in. often times her nights were spent by the horderves or on her balcony enjoying the view of the lavish garden below. currently it’s the later, blue eyes scanning the rows and rows of flowers below. tomorrow she’d work in the garden, left alone to her own thoughts as she liked. often the king didn’t appreciate her wondering off during parties like this but it never stopped mia from doing so. 

         but a presence is sensed and that’s when the royal spins on her heel, eyes jetting upward. oh. giving a small bow mia smiles, hands folded in front of her nicely. ❝ my apologies, i didn’t expect ― ❞ a hand, outstretched toward her causes the princess to fall short of words. confusion falls into place of her polite smile. then the pieces come together and a dusted red settles on cheeks. ❝ oh, a dance ? ❞ it’d been so long since someone had offered it’s hard to wrap the mind around. but she gives a grin, a soft hand taking his calloused one. ❝ i may be a little rusty. ❞ a warning for his feet. but the other doesn’t seem to mind. out on the balcony she feels less pressure, no one staring or watching . . . it’s simply them under the moon.