Royalty AU
I'm thinking of doing a male reader version of this one next because I would literally die that would be so cute! So stick around for that!
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As the prince walked out of the double doors that were swung open for him by the servants, he held his head high. He walked out with grace onto the fenced off ledge which watched over the whole ballroom. He looked elegant as his dark skin reflected the soft yellow lights from the dazzling -and no doubt priceless- chandeliers from above.
I couldn't help but stare in awe at the man standing so still as he watched the guests dance around each other. No question but everyone would look foolish dancing next to him. Rumors had spread that he'd  known how to dance since he was two. Wouldn't surprise me really. His parents took such good care of him and wanted to make him a proud being. I could only dream of dancing with him. Feeling your feet just barely touch the ground as if you were floating from dancing with him.
I would watch as he picked other girls to dance with, to hold them close and to make their dreams come true in one evening.
But I knew I'd never get a dance. I was stuck in a perpetual state of dreaming and disappointment. I was just a serving girl in his castle. Nothing more. I wore dresses half the price and half the flare of the girls he danced with. I never caught anyone's eye for I was very normal looking.
"Oh come on y/n, give it up! You're never going to dance with him." Another servant girl whined to me as I stared off at the prince who was now delicately walking down the stairs, taking my attention off of my job.
"I can dream." I sighed as she tugged my hand away.

That night I couldn't help but beg to someone for a dance with the prince. My life would be complete. And not in the way of 'oh my god my life would be complete if he danced with me' but in a way of 'I just want to have one moment in the spotlight'.
And for some reason as if my wishes had been granted, a guy ran into me and spilled a drink all down my dress. I froze in shock of the cold wine dripping down my chest.
"Oh cold." I mumbled.
"I-I am so sorry." He apologized.
"No no it's fine!" I reassured as I dabbed my dress with napkins. I had yet to look up at who had done it but I saw him hand some more cloths to me. His skin was dark, majestic even. I slowly grabbed them and looked up to see the worst thing that could have possibly happened. Prince Louis.
"Oh...my...god." I mumbled.
"Please don't freak out. I don't know if I can take another high pitched scream."
"No! No! It's not that! It's just... well I kind of feel bad for all the things I said about you in my head about twenty seconds ago."
"Oh? Like what?"
"It doesn't matter now. I shouldn't have been so rude, even if it was internally." I was now shaking with nervousness.
"Well let me get you a new dress, since I ruined this one."
"No, you don't have to." I objected.
"I insist! You're about the same size as my sister. Come with me, I bet we can find you something." He held out his hand and I just stared for a moment. I finally grasped it and walked off with him.

We walked around the castle till we made it to a room with blush pink spewed all over it.
"Wow, your sister really likes pink."
"Yeah, she's a bit of a girly girl."
"Clearly." I mumbled.
He walked me into her giant closet and told me to pick anything.
"All of these dresses cost more than my life." I admitted astoundingly as I looked at every selection. After I registered what I had said, I backed away.
"I can't do this" I shook my head "I'm literally just a servant. I can't accept anything."
"You're a kind person. You deserve a dress. Seriously take one."
I still shook my head. Louis sighed and walked over to a beautiful black dress.
"Try this one on. Please? Just humor me." I didn't like the idea. "Okay, I am royalty, I command you to try on the dress. Now you have to do it." He smiled.
It was a command so I did technically have to do it.
I pulled on the dress and it fit me perfectly.
"Wow." He gasped breathlessly "it's literally perfect."
"What about your sister? It's her dress."
"She's never worn this dress a day in her life. She hates black."
I nodded and looked at the dress.
"It's absolutely beautiful." I stuttered "I promise I'll hand it back at the end of the night."
"Keep it. None of us would ever use it anyway."
I nodded as I looked at him through the mirror and he took my hand again.
"I guess I owe this lady a dance."
"Wait what?" I gasped.
"Yes, you shall dance with me."
"But-but I'm a terrible dancer. I can't dance."
"You don't have to be a good dancer to dance. Just follow my lead." Louis fixed my hair and put some matching earrings on. He found a necklace that his sister would never touch and put it on as well.
"There, now you look like a princess."
He took my hand and walked me out to the ball room.
Everyone gasped as they saw my figure walk out with my hand in his.
"I request a solo dance with my partner." Louis asked the orchestra.
They nodded and informed everyone to back away so the entire dance floor was our own.
I was nervous to say the least and Louis could see the fear in my eyes. He made his eyes meet mine as he bent over and kissed my hand.
"Just follow my lead." He whispered.
I nodded and he stood back up to grab my waist and one hand.
The music started and he pulled me along.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I felt my body flow to the rhythm of the music and he guided me.
"See you're doing great." He reassured me.
We had danced for what seemed like forever.
My toes felt light on the ground and my mind went blank. All I could do was dance the next step and then the next and then the next.
People were whispering, all good things, but they were whispering.
The music slowly ended and I curtsied while Louis bowed.
Everyone clapped and cheered loudly. Some people even said they were in love with me from the crowd. I smiled as Louis presented me and put a hand on the small of my back.
"You're a star now."