Calianna

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐘

Calianna of Brighton was the epitome of beauty. She had black, beautiful long hair than shined under the evening sun. She was truly a sight to see.

Calianna had many suitors wanting to take her hand in marriage, but she had no say. all decisions were made by her father, the king. Princess Calianna, as bold and free spirited as she was, had to play by her father's rules.

Most of the suitors who wanted to marry her were either poor or had a bad background. Her father never accepted. Though, when she turned 18, the king realised how urgent it was for her to get married, so, he planned to organised a ball where princes and suitors from far and wide would attend, and hopefully steal Calianna's heart, and the king's approval.

You, were the king's personal knight and advisor. You were only 19 and had seen what not even a 50 year old should. You had a strong mind, calm aura, and you were very diligent. You'd talked to Princess Calianna but only a few times. Around a month or two before the ball was held, he ordered you to take care of her and give her whatever she needed. She grew very fond of you, and even though you'd never admit it, she did to.

The day of the ball came, it was a huge party. You stood silently, far away from the crowd, watching as suitors came to try and sweep Calianna off her feet. it irritated your soul, but your expression didn't crack, no, not at all. But it hurt. How could you be so stupid, you thought, Calianna was a princess, and you were a knight, a helper. The king would have your head if he even found out you had any form of attraction to calianna. So, you stayed silent. While calianna was talking to Prince Edward of Louisiana, she glanced at you occasionally from afar, blush crept up to her cheeks.

She had the same thoughts. She knew deep down, you were the one she wanted. But nothing was ever established between you two. just playful banter, eye contact, light flirting. Now it all felt too real because what could you even do. You decided to take some fresh air and left the hall. She excused herself from Prince Edward around 12 minutes after you left. She found you sitting on the staircase outside, your elbows on your thighs, with an expression only God knows. Your face never gave away what you felt. she sat next to you. Quietly, she didn't speak, she knew the tension. Then, after a minute or two, she broke the silence.

"You don't seem very pleased. Is everything alright?"