My Black Inheritance

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Prince Maxwell looked not even the slightest bit like he had his feelings and expressions under control. He was clearly overwhelmed by this new situation and his mind was racing to make sense of it. His body language and demeanor suggested he was feeling a bit overwhelmed and confused, but he was determined to make the best of it.

"Okay, so you have to place your hands on my shoulders like this..." Prince Maxwell mumbled in a nervous way, taking my hands and setting them on his shoulders.

At the end of the day, it was my choice whether to embrace him with my arms or not, and I decided that I would. I chose to open my heart and accept him, no matter what the consequences may be.

"And I have to place my hands on your waist..." He continued, not making any eye contact.

It was of his own accord that he decided to place his hands around my waist at that moment.

"Then what?" I whispered hesitantly. There was barely a difference between us in terms of space between us.

"I would put my head on your shoulder and we would sway. We would sway until our legs hurt."

He was hesitant but he slowly moved closer and closer to my neck. It had only taken a few minutes for Prince Maxwell to become barely visible in my own eyes as our eyes remained fixed on each other.

Our bodies were pressed together. If Mother could look at me now, she would think this to be unforgivable behavior.

'Only get close to a man if you are intending to marry him' Mother used to always warn me before I set foot outside the Palace with the Queen.

"My country is mostly known for our war between us and Wyke but every time the soldiers came back from battling, they would hug and hold onto their wives as they were clinging onto life,"

"This has now become a dance at celebrations to commemorate the soldiers and their years of work. There was only one thing that had to be done by them, and that was to sway to their liking. My country is now also known for the 'Rest' dance,"

"I'm sure that would really help the soldiers, Prince Maxwell." I commented.

"For teenagers, like us, it would mean that they have found their lover, their soul mate and they will both accept each other no matter who they will become or be in the future,"

Silence consumed the air once again. We both had the same thought running through our minds. We are definitely not a couple, right?

Throughout the dance, we move slowly and rhythmically backwards and forwards, as well as from side to side. In order to make our own dance floor, we used the entire balcony as a dance floor.

Even though there was no music other than the faint sounds from the ballroom, I imagined soft classical, beautiful and evocative music playing in the background.

For some reason, I felt some sort of calmness and comfort as a result of the swaying itself. In that moment, my whole being was filled with the pleasant and satisfying feeling of being physically and mentally free from limitations and suffering. I forgot all about my problems.

"I think that's enough swaying Princess, before you fall asleep," Prince Maxwell commented, rising his head from my shoulder and looking at me in the eyes.

Eyes locked on like magnets, those restless, rebellious eyes stared straight at me. It wasn't long before it got to me, making me look away. I felt my cheeks grow hot with both embarrassment and something else that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I was suddenly overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions, from shyness to something else, something deeper and more intense.