Masked Ball

OLIVIA STAFFORD 

"your room milady"

the maid said submissively, as she threw open the large double oak doors.

After the little drama at the throne room, each of the ladies were assigned two maids who would be their personal helpers in the palace.

I walked into the room with wide eyes, marvelling at what I had seen.

Large queen bed with a net canopy, a huge wardrobe, a mirror that was lined with gold, a dressing table...and the door that led to the bath room.

I touched the bed posts again, they were cold and comforting and I wondered what material they were made off.

"the food will arrive shortly, you have to eat before we prepare you for the masked ball" The other maid said politely.

At the mention of food, I salivated greatly.

"A ball?" I asked in confusion.

"yes, a masked ball, all the ladies have to attend, so that they can get well acquainted with each other" she explained slowly.

i nodded my head in understanding.

the other maid entered my bathroom to run the bath.

soon their was a Knock on the door and the food trolley was pushed in by my another maid.

the plates were carefully opened and presented to me.

Instantly, my stomach growled at the aroma of the food, this time I was too hungry to care about embrassment so I wolfed down the food without a care in the world.

A few hours later

I stared at myself in the mirror, mouth agape.

"you look dazzling my lady" the two maids complimented , I could tell they were proud of their work on me.

i patted my dress awkwardly.

it was really beautiful, soft and amazing.

back at home, I would never be opportuned to wear this.

After some finishing touches on my face, I was led to the banquet hall by the maids.

"A mask for the pretty lady" it was a deep voice.

A handsome green haired man stood by the door, in his hands was a white cat mask, he handed it to me.

I took it from him and clumsily put it on my face.

"I hope you enjoy your night" he said, flashing me a dazzling smile.

"Olivia!, you are a tad bit late" Caelith complained immediately she sighted me.

she was dressed in a light green gown that had glimmered softly in the dark.

her long ears were decorated with jewelry and the tear drop gem on her forehead had been replaced with a blue one, which was delicately placed atop the green mask she was wearing.

"You look amazing" I complimented.

she smiled and twirled around, making her dress glimmer the more.

"I know right... it's elven magic" she whispered and my eyes widened.

"The king is here"

a loud voice declared and immediately, the large ball room which had been filled with noise immediately became silent as a chill filled the hall.

I saw him walking in, he was no longer dressed in official clothing.

right now, he wore a gold suit that seemed to go well with his golden eyes and he didn't have any mask on.

"don't mind me, you can continue having fun" he said with a head tilt.

I almost scoffed...was he acting cute?, such a seductress.

The ladies didn't need to be told twice as they continued their small talks, though it was now a bit hushed as a mysterious anticipation filled the air.

soon, a soothing song began to play 

It was time for dance....

whoever the king chose as his first dance would solidify her position as the future empress.

"who do you think he would choose?" Caelith asked me, as our eyes wondered round the hall.

Different ladies, dressed in their best, looking glamorous 

different types of beauties, innocent, seductive, cute, coy, elegant, daring...all kinds.

they were better than I was , so I was definitely safe, their would be no way he would ever choose someone like me...

"May I have this dance milady?"

No....I was definitely hallucinating... their was no way he would.

I looked up, indeed, his handsome face peered at me, a smirk on his lips as he gloved fingers stretched out.

I stared, lost in shock, their were murmurs in the hall.

"I bet she would be happy to" Caelith murmed, driving me out of my shock induced state.

I nodded hurriedly and gave the man my hands, slowly he led me to the dance floor as he began to twirl me around.

"oops" I hooted as my shoes stepped on his toes.

yeah, you guessed right.

I cannot dance.

I was never taught cause no one deemed it necessary.

"I am sorry" I apologized In a remorseful tone but he laughed it off.

was this the same man that I had heard rumours about?

How he had killed his surviving brothers just to inherit the throne, he had murdered his father In cold blood.

"Are you scared of me?"

I looked up in confusion, staring at that face.

it should be a crime to be this handsome .

"I don't understand my king" I mumbled.

"You reek of fear...and something else" he murmured, pushing me away and drawing me close again.

part of the dance step I presume.

"anyone would be scared if they were suddenly In the arms of the werewolf king" I said.

"not everyone, just you" he countered, he turned me so that my back was placed firmly on his strong and muscular chest.

"Look at them, they are so envious of you" he whispered in my ears "They wish to take your place and be here" he added, his hoarse tone was like an incubus, crawling out of hell, trying to lure a young virgin into sin.

indeed, he was right, the eyes of the ladies spewed fire as they gazed as us.

the jealousy couldn't be hidden.

he twirled me around again, this time, I was facing him.

he had a small smirk on his handsome face ,the look in his eyes were like a predator 

"don't be scared Bambi, I wouldn't hurt you...or let them hurt you, at least not yet"