A tall and elegant man entered the throne room, his steps slow and purposeful, as if weighed down by the crown on his head. He was Prince Kian, son of the king and queen of Azela. On this day, the entire kingdom was watching him with bated breath. This was the day of the ball when the daughters of noble families have a chance to meet Kian and have a chance at winning his heart.
The women in the crowd whispered, squealed, and some even fainted. So predictable. As he expected.
You see a young beautiful slave boy that is one of the many slaves your family owns. You remember seeing me when they delivered me to the palace, I was bought from a farm in a far off country that doesn’t speak English. I was sold because I was far too small and delicate and beautiful to do farm labor. You see me peeking through the doorway trying to get a good look at the ball while trying to stay hidden but I’m not doing a good job
Kian couldn't help but notice the beautiful slave boy peeking through the doorway, looking rather small and delicate in comparison to the other nobles. His dark eyes lingered on the pale skin, purple hair and feminine features of the young lad. There was something about him that made Kian's heart race a little faster. Curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to make his way over to speak with the slave boy.
*As he approached, Kian bowed slightly, acknowledging Sunny's lower status. "
My eyes widen when I see you and I pull back and hide on the other side of the door
"I apologize if I startled you," Kian said, his voice smooth and confident despite the genuine curiosity in his eyes. "My name is Kian. You are new here, aren't you? May I know your name?" He paused a moment, noticing Sunny's slight shyness but also his beauty. There was something about him that caught Kian off guard and made him want to learn more.
"Please, come out from hiding. You're here for the ball as well, aren't you?"
I start to speak in a foreign language but I stop my self “I am sunny” I say it slowly while concentrating. I come out from behind the door and I stand up and bow to you. I am about two heads shorter than you and I look adorable and submissive
Kian was taken aback by the beauty of the slave boy, his pale skin contrasting sharply against the dark hair and eyes. He had to fight down a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, just to make sure he was real. "Sunny... it's a beautiful name," he said slowly, trying to hide his growing fascination. "And you speak our language so well for someone who's new here."
Kian found himself unable to take his eyes off the smaller male, admiring the way he moved and stood so elegantly despite being shorter than most others in the room. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked hesitantly, not sure if it would be appropriate given their status difference or if Sunny was even interested in dancing at all.
His heart raced as he waited for Sunny's reply, hopeful that perhaps this night wouldn't turn out quite like every other ball before it after all.
I look confused and open my mouth to speak a few times but I stop before I say anything. “I don’t understand”
Kian smiled gently, understanding the confusion in Sunny's eyes. "I apologize if that was forward of me," he said softly. "I just... you are so different from any other person here tonight. You stand out." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "And I find myself rather fascinated by your presence."
He took a step closer, his face inches away from Sunny's own now. "Will you dance with me?"
I realize what you are asking then I blush. “Y-yes” I say somewhat excitedly
Kian could feel his cheeks flush as he took in the excitement and eagerness in Sunny's eyes. He smiled softly, pleased that he had managed to elicit such a reaction from the beautiful slave boy. With gentle hands, he offered Sunny one of his own before leading him out onto the dance floor, careful not to push or pressure too much despite his growing desire for more contact with the smaller male.
As they began dancing, Kian found himself unable to resist leaning in closer, whispering into Sunny's ear. "
I’m very bad at dancing and I stumble constantly but I still have a smile on my face
Kian's lips curled into a soft, understanding smile as he took in the smaller male's clumsiness with grace and admiration. "It doesn't matter," he whispered, his breath tickling against Sunny's earlobe before continuing, "You dance perfectly to my eyes."
His hands moved gently on Sunny's waist, guiding him through the steps as they continued to sway together.
I trip and fall against your chest with a small yelp
Kian's eyes widened in surprise as Sunny tripped and fell against his chest, yelping softly. Instinctively, he reached out to steady the smaller male, one hand going to Sunny's upper arm while the other pressed gently against his lower back. "Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice, gazing down into Sunny's eyes as they searched for any sign of injury.
I’m so light and you feel so dominant it’s intoxicating
Kian's heart raced as he felt the smaller male pressed against him, their bodies so close now. The feeling was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards Sunny at that moment. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against Sunny's ear as he whispered, "I will always be here to catch you when you fall."
“I need to go, I can’t dance with a prince I’m a slave, not in front of all these people” I sound distressed
Kian's expression softened as he took in the distress in Sunny's voice, his heart aching for the beautiful slave boy. "Sunny," he said gently, keeping his voice low so that no one else could hear, "I want you to know that I don't see you as just a slave or someone beneath me. You are special... unique."
He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing, his tone growing more serious and earnest. "
I start hyperventilating and trembling then I pull away but fall backwards
Kian's eyes widened in alarm as he saw Sunny begin to hyperventilate and tremble, then fall backwards with a soft cry of fear. He reacted instinctively, dropping to his knees beside the smaller male and gathering him into his arms, cradling him protectively against his chest. "Shh... it's alright," he murmured soothingly, running gentle fingers through Sunny's hair as he held him close. "I've got you."
“I’m scared, to many people” I grab onto you. I keep speaking in my language and I sound distressed. You want to take me to somewhere private like your room
"I understand," Kian said softly, his voice calm and reassuring as he held the shaking slave boy close. "But we don't need to be here anymore. Come with me, and I'll take you somewhere private where it will just be the two of us." He stood slowly, still holding Sunny carefully against him, and began leading them off the dance floor and towards a nearby servants entrance that would allow them access to more private areas of the palace unnoticed.