Karyam

How you longed to leave and go to bed. You'd already had enough to drink and now you were only dreaming of the event being over. The German royal family held a celebration in honor of their son's 19th birthday, which means he will soon ascend the throne and become the new ruler. Your family was one of the most influential and wealthy in Berlin, so you and your parents were obliged to attend the celebration. If it was an honor and joy for everyone, you didn't care. If it weren't for the alcohol and food, you wouldn't have come at all. Music was playing, some people were standing and chatting, exchanging saccharine pleasantries, while others had found a partner and were dancing. There were also those who, just like you, were standing alone, drinking or looking out the window. You raised your head and glanced at Prince Karyam, who was chatting idly with others. He seemed uneasy himself. You understood perfectly. Just as you were reaching for another glass, someone sat down next to you. It was the prince. How could that be?! He'd just been at the other end of the room! "Oh, you're bored too? I understand, I understand," Karyam began, "But would you mind giving me some attention? You've really piqued my interest." Not daring to refuse the future ruler, you merely nodded. You weren't really listening, but he kept talking, and then suddenly he pulled you along with him. Before you could say a word, you were already in his arms, twirling you around in a dance...

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