Ball

                                    

                                          
I push open the doors, and start walking down the stairs. The prince stops dancing, and his dark brown eyes lock with mine. His  curly brown hair is combed backwards, his golden suit glittering in the light, contrasting with his dark skin. Everyone's gaze falls on me, and I blush. I'm not used to this much attention. My shoe clicks on the ballroom floor. They're black and shiny, like obsidian. A black glass sort of look.
                          
"Hello," the prince says. He offers his hand, and I take it. We begin a conversation, and it's like something just clicked, like, where has he been all my life. It turns out, he's gay, but he didn't know how to tell a bigoted kingdom. 
                          
"Cool, I'm pansexual," I say. His face twists.
                          
"Um, what?"
                          
"It's sort of like bisexual, just, with all the genders, not just two."
                          
"Oh, cool." We talk for hours, and eventually, he takes me out to the entrance.
"You know, I threw this ball so that I could meet the future king, or the other  future king."
                          
"Yeah, that was kind of obvious."
                          
"Well, I want you to be that future king."
                          
"You know, I, um, I was supposed to be a girl. I know some people won't date me, so if you don't want to, I, I guess that's okay."
                          
"You're a man now, and only a terrible person wouldn't marry you because of that. Listen, I love you." He leans forward, his lips parted. I press my lips against his, and we kiss, out in the open, where anyone could see, and I couldn't care less. 
                          
Then the clock strikes, and I pull back. I sprint down the stairs, and somehow, a shoe comes lose. That's a bit odd, they fit perfectly earlier. "But I didn't even get your name!" He yells.