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Iwatch Ellie chatting and laughing with some of my siblings, a huge smile spreading across my face. I love the way she gets along with literally everyone. It says a lot about her.
So far, the wedding reception has been amazing. It’s in my very own backyard, my private mansion standing tall behind us. We arrived, and everyone cheered. Some of my brothers gave some speeches, and now we’re all eating.
Ellie sits on my left, her plate now empty. In fact, everyone’s plates seem to be empty. I turn around, signaling to the band that’s been softly playing in the background. It’s time for everyone’s favorite part of the night, dancing.
I stand up, taking Ellie’s hand in mine. She stops talking and turns to look at me.
“Why don’t we all have a little fun?” I say loud enough for everyone to hear.
Ellie smiles and stands up. Everyone cheers, rising with her. We walk onto the dance floor together, quickly followed by everyone else.
“Did I mention how gorgeous you look tonight?” I can’t stop telling her.
She beams. “Once or twice, I think.”
“Well, it’s true.”
She shrugs. “I was provided with some very good makeup artists. They did a wonderful job.”
“Even if they didn’t, you’d look amazing. You could’ve shown up with a messy bun in your pajamas, and jaws would’ve dropped.”
“Oh, stop. We both know that’s not true.”
I pull her in close, my hand resting on the small of her back as we begin to dance.
“It’s very true, Ellie. I would never lie to you.”
Her eyes drop to my lips, and it makes me want nothing more than to pull her in and kiss her. But I hold back because, after all, this romance is for show. Even if my desire for her is becoming very real.
“You’re a very good dancer,” she remarks.
I spin her around, eliciting a few squeals from watching relatives.
“Yeah, it’s kind of a princely requirement. You’re not so bad, either.”
She rolls her eyes, but I can’t help but notice the way she subtly moves closer to me.
“My mother made me take a class when I was a kid, just like you. Except mine was not such a fond memory. She was worried that I wasn’t having enough fun, and she thought that would be the magic cure.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No, definitely not.” She laughs, her hazel eyes crinkling in the corners. “But I’ll always love her for trying.”
We dance until the song finishes, and I suggest we go get some drinks.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had,” Ellie remarks as we make a beeline. It would be rude not to partake in the specialty cocktails that the royal mixologist created just for us.
“What can I get for you?” the bartender asks.
“Do you have to ask?” I tell him with a winning smile. “Two glasses of the ‘RX love.’”
“I think you’ll love it.”
The bartender mixes the items in a shaker and presents us with two coupe glasses. We both take a sip almost immediately. Maybe we’re both a little on edge here.
It’s not that the reception isn’t fun. It’s been amazing, especially seeing Ellie fit in so well. But still, weddings are always stressful, even if it’s a more low-key one like this. Especially when it’s your own.
I spot the King walking towards us, and I set my glass on the bar counter. Ellie follows suit.
