albedo x gn! reader. my shitty take on a swan lake! au (there are no swans). i was working on this as a wip but i don’t like the final product, but i thought i’d post it anyways so it doesn’t go to waste :)
“beloved,” a gloved hand drifts in front of yours, familiar and welcoming, a soft voice beckoning you near, “shall we dance?”
you laugh, “albedo, have you even wished my father a happy birthday?”
notorious, he was, for being single-minded. he finds one thing and forgets about everything else- whether his research, his painting, his sister… you.
“of course,” he quirked a slight smile, “how could i forget?”
“fine, i guess we can dance,” you say airily, mockingly as you almost grab his hand in yours, squeezing it as he leads you out further out into the ballroom.
the air is almost deathly silent except for the pull of strings and tinkling of the piano. it was like everyone had held their breath, watching the main attraction of the night. tonight was the celebration for the king, yes- but more importantly, the young couple that would lead their kingdom into a brighter future. the child of the king and a duke, everyone wanted a taste, a glimpse, of what they are.