Once Upon a Dance
Description
Mir is the son of servants who work for a well known marquis and is therefore destined to be a servant, just like his parents. He never imagined his life otherwise, but at least he accepts it.
Joon is the only son of a rich duke and is expected to marry a pretty young girl in order to continue the family's name.
Both men were never meant to meet each other, their reality being incompatible. But when they do meet at a masquerade, their worlds clash and their destinies are changed forever.
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Yet another story... *sigh* I promised I'll try to update all of them soon!!! But seriously, this is the idea I'm the proudest of! So I hope you'll enjoy!!!!
Please note that in the story, homouality will be approached and not in a good way. This is NOT my opinion on homouality, but the opinion of the time in which the story is happening, meaning in the 16th century. I repeat, this won't show at ALL my opinion on homouality, but the reality of it based on my knowleadge of it at that time (I had history classes and I made some research). Thanks for understanding.
A special ''thank you'' to
❉ Bunny-Confectioneries ❉
for the poster :D thank you so much, I just loveeee it ^^
the background is a gif I found somewhere :D I just thought it suited the story and it was soo pretty too ^^
Foreword
The chilly air of September caused goose bumps on the marquis’s servant’s body, making him rub his forearms vigorously in an attempt to warm up. The Young man wished to go back inside, to at least look at the masquerade from afar. But he knew that doing so wouldn’t do any good to him.
Truthfully, he hadn’t expected to see the duke’s only son here, the latter having accompanied his father only once. But that one time, never would he forget it. However, it seemed as if it didn’t matter anymore, the slightly older man dancing with a pretty girl only a couple of minutes ago, not even according a single gaze to the servant.
Honestly, the boy couldn’t blame the other for his behavior. If he had been a nobleman, sure it would have been considered rude to ignore him, therefore probably gaining the older a bad reputation. However, that was exactly the problem; the ebony haired man wasn’t from the nobleness. He was only the marquis’s servant, he had always been and, most likely than not, would always be. No other option would ever be given to him, forbidding him to ever get close to the duke’s son. In any case, even if by some miracle he became a rich man, even if his feelings were reciprocal, never in a hundred years would they be given the permission to be together, homouality being something you ought to be ashamed of.
As he walked past the golden made fountain near the backyard’s garden, the servant noticed the full moon’s reflection in the water. The music of the masquerade could still slightly be heard as far from the huge mansion as he was. Sitting by the fountain’s side, the young man carefully watched his own reflection next to the moon’s. And for the first time in years, he saw how beautiful he truly was.
Smiling at first, the thought of his desperate reality made his smile fade away. In a frustrated momentum, he shook his hand into the clear water, thereby blurring his mirrored face. Sliding down the fountain’s small wall where he had been sitting, he pressed his back against it and brought his legs up against his chest. The young beauty closed his eyes, allowing a single tear to slide down his cheek.
Soft footsteps made him open his lids again, letting him see a man’s silhouette approaching him. And when the man came near enough for the younger to discover his identity, he nearly choked on his own saliva, not believing who had followed him all the way to the garden.
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