OBSESSED | Prince Henry

Classical music echoed throughout the spacious ballroom, and Henry watched as men and woman in their fanciest outfits gathered below the loge meant for the royal family. Henry glanced down at the woman who stared up at him with googly eyes, struggling to hide his bored expression. He looked over at the entry doors where hundreds of woman were lined up, waiting for their turn to be introduced to the Prince, their title cards tucked in their hands. “Presenting: Lady Samaña Vanchuro, Duchess of Avalor.” The announcer belted before sliding the woman’s card with her name on it in an envelope.

Henry tried hard not to roll his eyes. “Smile, dear.” His mother’s voice chirped behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed softly. “Mother, I’m tired.” The Prince complained. He looked back to see his mother’s lips tighten in annoyance. “Marriage will be good for you. You’re out of control, Henry, I’m not going to give the crown to a little boy.” She shifted in her seat and fixed the strands of hair that escaped her bun. “A woman will mature your mindset.” Henry sighed at his mother’s words. There was nothing wrong with his mindset. At least he thought so.

The Ball continued for an hour or so, and Henry didn’t get out of his seat once. It had gotten to the point where the Queen ordered guards to bring up young ladies to him so he could meet them. “Henry, this is— uh,” The Queen turned back to the woman behind her, motioning for her to say her name. Henry’s eyes scanned over the woman. She wore a sequin black and red dress that flowed behind her, and a headpiece that was filled to the brim with glittered out flowers. The desperation to impress him just made him irriatated. “Yolanda,” The woman beamed confidently as she curtseyed to him, “Countess of Pliydan, in the Bothilands.”

Prince Henry hummed unenthusiastically. Her smile faltered slightly at his unimpressed behavior, as did his mother’s. He reluctantly held out a hand and shook hers as he stood up from his golden chair. “It’s nice to meet you, Yolanda. But I’m not feeling my best, I should probably go rest.” He lied plainly. She nodded her head fast and moved to the side to make way. “O-Of course, Your Highness.” She stammered. Henry turned back around to grab his drink off the glass table next to his blinged out chair, when a flash of blue made him look down at the large gathering below.

A woman stood at the top of the stair case in a dramatically large blue gown, staring back up at him. His heart fluttered, and his eyes flickered away awkwardly as he looked for anything else to look at. But after a moment of pretending to be interested in something else, he just had to look back down at the lady. She was gorgeous. her hair, so silky, the light from above bouncing off of it. Her lips, glossy and full, and parted with wonder as she looked around at the room. Her dress’s corset cinched in her waist and pushed against her breasts. She looked… magical. Henry slowly pulled his gaze from her, nodding his head to his mother who glared at him before leaving the loge to find the nearest stairs. He needed to see her up close.