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Chapter 6: A Heart-Breaking Confession

Oliver scanned the area around him cunningly. When he felt that no one was looking, he slyly popped one of the hors d’oeuvres on the silver platter he carried into his mouth. He leaned against the back wall of the ballroom, dressed in a white button-down shirt, fringed with a lacy (not to mention itchy) fabric, and black trousers. Matilda had asked him to be a ‘platter carrier’ tonight, which he wasn’t very thrilled to do.

As he chewed the hors d’oeuvre, he surveyed the ball room. Standing off to his right were a group of strait-laced ‘gentlemen’ who were chattering on about their homelands. In front of him were prissy woman in their extravagant ball gowns, waiting to be asked by a man to dance. Oliver smirked at them and how foolish they looked. They were trying so hard to attract the attention of those idiotic men, who didn’t even notice their presences. Every gentleman in the room that night shared one goal; to capture Princess Genevieve’s heart.

Oliver then glanced up to the front of the ball room. There were magnificent white marble stairs which framed the opposite side of the room, which connected to a hanging balcony. The railings were draped in golden and purple textiles, which added a soft, elegant touch to the cold stairs.

Standing close to the railing on the balcony, Oliver saw, was Genevieve. Her long, curly blond hair was clipped back from her face, and she wore a pure white strapless ball gown that just barely touched the floor. Even though he was very far away, Oliver could clearly see the diadem of diamonds on her head, and the gold and diamond necklace hung around her neck.

Oliver felt his heart sink into his stomach. He didn’t think that he could handle watching Genevieve fall for some man who would never really love her like he did. In his mind, he pictured himself running across the ball room, and up the marble stairs to Genevieve. He would get down on one knee, and profess that he had loved her ever since the first time he laid eyes on her. Genevieve would smile and tell him that she loved him too, and they would kiss romantically, while beautiful music swelled around them.

But that fantasy would never become reality, Oliver confessed to himself silently. Genevieve had absolutely no interest in him. She didn’t even consider him a acquaintance. He was a servant. She was a Princess. Their worlds put them so close together, but their titles kept them so far apart.

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Chapter 7: A Hushed Crush

“Oh, he’s handsome.” Alexandria pointed down at a man standing on the ballroom floor below them. Genevieve looked over at him.

“Not really,” Genevieve sighed. She hadn’t spotted a man who was really to her liking yet. All of the men Alexandria had pointed out to her looked the same; uptight and stuck-up.

“What is your problem tonight, Eve?” Alexandria said exasperatedly, tugging on her golden weave necklace. “You haven’t even considered any of the men I’ve pointed out for you!”

Genevieve huffed “Well, I just don’t like any of them so far! Is that such a crime?”

Alexandria stared at her. “Oh I don't know, it’s your ball! So, yes, it is a crime!” She puffed, flipping her dark brunette tresses out of her face.

“Oh, well then, excuse me for not throwing myself at every damned man I see!”
Genevieve spat irately, now becoming annoyed with her best friend. She knew that she was just trying to help, but her fellow princess's impatience was starting to become annoying.

Alexandria was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry, Eve. But I just don’t understand how you don’t see even one man you fancy! Is something wrong?”

Genevieve folded her hands on the railing, and gazed across the ball room. “No,” she said in a hushed tone.

It was then that she spotted Oliver.

He was leaning up against the far wall opposite her, holding a silver platter at shoulder height. Genevieve felt her jaw drop slightly. What was he doing here?

“Eve?” Alexandria said, as she waved her hand in front of Genevieve’s face. “Hello? Are you there?”

Genevieve shook her head slightly, and stood up properly again. “Hmm?” She said, still staring at Oliver, as he popped another hors d’oeuvre into his mouth.

“What are you looking at?” Alexandria questioned. “Did you spot someone you like? Which one is he?” Alexandria pressed with intense excitement.

Genevieve finally turned towards Alexandria. “What? I wasn’t staring at anything.”

“Oh, don’t give me that! Which one is he? Tell me!” Alexandria nudged Genevieve roughly.

“No one! I wasn’t looking at anyone!” Genevieve said defensively.

“Come on, Eve! He can’t be that bad! It’s not like he’s a… a servant or anything!”

Genevieve froze with shock. She looked down at her feet, and bit her lip.

Alexandria took a step towards her, noticing how Genevieve so plainly wore her heart on her sleeve. “You have to be kidding me!” she stammered, her deep brown eyes darkening in disbelief.

Genevieve continued to stare at her golden shoes, and shook her head. Warm tears began to swell behind her eyes.

“Eve!” Alexandria said as she put her hands on Genevieve’s shoulders. “You’re not in love with him, are you?”

Genevieve felt a tear escape. She stared at Alexandria right in her eyes, silently confirming her question.

“Oh, god!” Alexandria huffed, as she pulled Genevieve towards the back wall, out of anyone else’s hearing range. “How on earth did this happen?“ She then said softly “You can’t fall for a servant! You just… can’t! You’re supposed to marry a noble man! Someone who’ll be able to rule as King one day! Your father won‘t have this!”

Genevieve brushed her nose with the back of her satiny white glove. “I know.” She whispered, as she attempted to compose herself. “Oh, but look at him, Alexandria!” She sighed dreamily, still able to see Oliver, although he was a ways away. She pointed, as though Alexandria would know which man she was speaking of. “Take a glance at him! He just looks like the perfect man, does he not?”

Alexandria shook her head exasperatedly. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but you need to put your wants behind your Kingdom’s needs.”

Genevieve wiped her face free of hot tears. She felt her heart crumbling to pieces inside her, and her head felt strangely heavy. After a few moments, she answered. “I know.” she sighed. “Well, come on, then.” Genevieve wiped her face once more, then headed towards the stairs. “I’m going to go dance.” Genevieve said over her shoulder to Alexandria.

Alexandria waved and said “I’ll watch you from up here! Just forget about him, Eve!”

With that comment, Genevieve stopped. “Wait,” She said, slowly turning around. “Would you do me a huge favor?” She asked Alexandria.

“Of course.” Alexandria responded.

“Would you keep an eye on him for me, the servant man?” Genevieve pleaded.

“Wait, you want me to keep him away from you?” Alexandria pondered.

“Yes,” Genevieve said, glancing over at Oliver.
Alexandria tilted her head in thought for a moment, the gems hung on her silver tiara jingling. “Alright, I’ll do it. Which one is he?” Alexandria asked as she turned to look out over the railing.

“The tall one with the dark curly hair, carrying the silver platter.” Genevieve said as she pointed informally. “Thank you so much, again, Alexandria!”

“Anything for you, Eve. Have fun, alright?”

“I’ll try.” Genevieve said with a small smile, as she began to tread down the stairs.


The ball room looked even bigger on the ground. Genevieve felt slightly overwhelmed as she began to weave through the crowd of Lords, Princes, Duchesses, and Countesses. Many of the men glanced at her, and many more greeted her with things like “Good evening, Princess!” and “Lovely to see you, my Lady!”. Genevieve sent to them her ‘Princess smile’ and continued on.

When she reached a slightly more open area, she stopped walking. She clasped her hands in front of herself, and swayed slightly as she searched the floor for Alexandria. She finally spotted her friend near the buffet table, holding a glass of wine. Alexandria waved and motioned for Genevieve to carry on. Genevieve nodded and looked away. Alexandria had everything under control, for now at least. Genevieve’s next plan of action was to find a suitable man to dance with.

She felt as though she was doomed.

Then, a tall, well-built man with blond hair approached her.

“Good evening, Princess.” He said in a suave, satiny tone. Genevieve felt herself smile slightly, and she nodded gently.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Sir Thomas, son of the Great Duke of Cormwell.” He said, as he took Genevieve’s hand. Genevieve froze, but continued to smile senselessly at him.

Shortly after Thomas introduced himself, the Ball Band began to play a new song. Genevieve immediately recognized the tune. It was the Ballroom waltz which Sir Benedict had attempted to teach her two weeks ago. “Please, please don’t ask me to dance!” Genevieve pleaded in her mind.

“May I have this dance?” Thomas requested, pulling up both of her hands. Genevieve nodded against her will, and followed him onto the dance floor.

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