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They moved with perfect grace, as if they had been born to dance, and indeed, they had been dancing so long that they may as well have been. The music shifted around them, flowing from song to song and dance to dance, but they never faltered, never slowed, never ceased.
When his partner vanished before his eyes, the prince saw that he had been bespelled, and looked around to find that he was not in a ballroom, or rather, if he were, that it had been out of use for a hundred years or more. As it was, the room was featureless, save the crumbling walls and his own footprints tracing a maze through the dust on the floor.
“Highness.” The prince turned to face the woman who spoke and saw that she had a sword in her hand and the remains of a harp at her feet. “My lord, it’s time we got you home.”
The prince knelt before her, head bowed. “Good lady, you have freed me from this vile enchantment. I would offer myself to you in marriage as thanks.”
The adventuress furrowed her brow. “Those weren’t the terms, Highness. I was promised coin by your father the King. Besides,” she said, lifting his chin with gentle fingers, “you are not a prize to be won. Let none tell you otherwise.”ABOUT LACHLANWOLVES
A Dishonest Misunderstanding
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Neither prompts nor challenges today, but I still have dancing on the brain, apparently. And fairy tales. This is mostly me messing with gender roles and fairy tales in general.
The beginning sounds beautiful, but the end really made it for me. "You are not a prize to be won." Wonderful!