"Breathe! Turn! Jump! Spin!" This had become Mia's mantra ever since she was told what her task was. She had trained long and hard and taken extra hours to learn how to sew, which was turning out very very bad.
She had learnt to deal with the pain but not the annoying company of the prince. Especially after she had to hide her hands behind cleaning gloves all the time.
She had surpassed the first two levels of her training and had learnt how to morph her mop into a weapon and back the correct way.
The one person who she yearned for her approval had come to fetch her.
"Aunt Caramel!" She says running into her arms.
"Oh girl. You have grown. Really heavy." Says Caramel." Now go grab your coat, the carriage awaits."
She runs off to do so and re-appears with alot of luggage. They go to the carriage leaving for the windsor.
***
"Slide and turn, hand behind your back. Good good. Left foot back, right foot sideways, turn and stop. Bow. Very good." Says the choreographer, finishing his session with the prince.
"Well? What do you think?" He asks Mia.
"I still think he has two left feet if you ask me." She comments sewing his robes for the ball.
"Says the girl who wears cleaning gloves all the time." He retorts but takes back his words because she had the power to put holes in his attire.
He dresses up then re-appears. "Your opinion?" He asks.
"Hideous your highness." She replies. "Now go away I have to clean your chambers. She says.
The ball begins.
***
All the young ladies swoon over him as he enters the ballroom and there and then, he wants to turn back and wants to run out of there.
"Nervous?" Asks king William.
"Indeed father." He says then lowers his voice in a whisper,"I'm not cut out for this yet."
"We have all experienced this my son. Now,take a deep breath and go out there. We don't want anybody fainting with awe now do we?" Says the king as he walks out to meet his wife for the opening dance.
Mustering all his courage,he walks out to meet his first dance and the dances after that.
***
Finishing the outer room of his bed chambers, she puts everything in the cart and begins to walk out. Somebody then bumps into it.
She walks around it to apologise and help up the injured person when she stops and chokes on her laughter. "Well, well. Had a horrible time?" She asks.
"Quite little mouse. I cannot, will not attend another one of those things. I might as well hang my head on a spike." He says holding his chest. He looks at her, his eyes tracing her appearance from head to toe, covered in grease, the trap be had set for her. He smiles in triumph.
"Your sleep attire is ready for you alongside your bath. Sleep well blockhead." She curtsies.
"Aye. Likewise." He closes the door to ready himself for sleep.