You fall with a thud on the marbled ground, your dress widening on the dancefloor like a blooming flower as people around you suddenly freeze: two polished boots suddenly in front of you and as you look up, blushing in embarrassment, your eyes wide as you recognise the king himself. My dear, that was a bad fall, may I help you up? His hand hovering in front of your face as he smiles amused.
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