The palace of her heart
It was when she entered that building when she truly became a queen. That was the day her beloved partner taught her to dance the waltz.
It was at an official ball of the French embassy to which he had been invited as an external collaborator. She felt it was an honour simply to have been asked to escort him.
But he wanted more.
He always did.
And after their majestic-fairytale-ball, he did what every little princess dreams of: he fell onto one knee and presented her with a little black velvet box.
She had officially become his queen.
Also part of Friday Fictioneers
Sweet story of happily ever after … maybe?
Isadora 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sweet, he sounds a beau
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lucky girl!
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a sweet story!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ohh, I was envisioning all kinds of dark thinks when I read he wanted more. I enjoyed the happy ending.
LikeLike
Oh sweet! And may they live happily ever after.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh sweet! And may they live happily ever after.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Nice!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A nice sweet tale 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I find myself wondering will they be good for the country?
LikeLiked by 1 person
A beautiful fairy tale.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person