The night of the royal ball arrived with all the pomp and glitter Ryan had avoided for years. The palace sparkled like a crystal chandelier had exploded everywhere.
The Preparation Panic
Ryan stared at his reflection, perfectly dressed in a midnight-blue suit that felt like armor.He tugged at the collar nervously."I look like a royal statue," he muttered.
Hailey barged into his room, arms loaded with snacks and a ukulele."Here," she said, "fuel and a weapon."
Ryan laughed. "You're a lifesaver."
Arrival and Awkwardness
Walking into the ballroom was like entering a movie. Everyone turned to look at the "runaway prince."
Ryan tried to keep cool, but his nervousness made him trip over his own feet right by the grand staircase. A gasp rose from the crowd.Hailey rushed to steady him, whispering, "Smooth as ever, Your Highness."
The Dance
Despite the rocky start, Hailey and Ryan found the dance floor.Their steps were clumsy at first—heels and dress swishing against shiny shoes."Step left, no—right! Wait, maybe both?" Ryan whispered.Hailey giggled, "You're the only prince I know who dances like a caffeinated squirrel."
Slowly, the music took over, and their awkwardness melted into something genuine and sweet.
The Bold Speech
Toward the end of the night, Ryan took the microphone."My royal life wasn't meant to be perfect… it's meant to be real," he said, eyes on Hailey."I want to rule not just with power, but with love, laughter, and a lot of spilled coffee."
The crowd erupted in applause.Hailey smiled wider than ever.
TO BE CONTINUED