The Dansboro ball was everything Scarlett had ever wanted it to be, in her opinion it was far too short. From the moment that she had walked into that beautiful ballroom, until the moment she left, she felt exactly as she had when she was sixteen, and what a wonderful feeling it was. And as sad as the end of the ball had been, it was by far her favorite part of the whole thing.
Every year the Dansboro Ball lasted until dawn, and every year when dawn approached, it was tradition that everyone who was attending the ball go out onto the huge balcony that faced east, and watch the sun rise. So of course when dawn began to approach, Scarlett huried out onto the balcony so that she could receieve a better view. However, she found that this was quite difficult seeing as how all of the other guests were trying to achieve the same result.
But before Scarlett could push and shove her way to the front, someone grabbed her hand and pulled her backwards. Scarlett had no idea who is was that was guiding her towards the back of the room due to the people that were packed together like fish in a crate, but she had no choice but to follow. Finally, the crowd started to thin out, as they were getting closer to the back of the room, and Scarlett realzed just whose hand had been pulling her backwards.
"I'm so sorry to have pulled you back so quickly but I knew that if I didn't get you out then, the task would be impossible."
"But aren't we going to miss the sunrise?"
"Not at all, we are just avoiding the crowd." King James could tell Scarlett was slightly confused, so he extended his arm, and led her gently to the staircase. "I expect that you would rather enjoy the sunrise better from my own personal balcony, which is why I pulled you from the crowd."
Scarlett smiled her most flirtacious smile, "And what would you do if I said that I prefer the crowd?"
King James smiled a big smile back down at the beauty by his side, "Too late, we are already here."
"Oh well, I guess I will have to manage." Scarlett said as she left his side and walked through the french doors that came off of his drawing room onto the porcelain balcony to watch the sun rise. And he stood beside her, the essence of power and dignity.
A little while later it was all over. The king had one of his servants escort Scarlett back downstairs and out to her carriage, before anyone could realize that she had been upstairs, and get bad ideas. And as sad as she was to leave, Scarlett was very happy to go back to her hotel and sink into the soft mattress that awaited her, and she dreamed of the day when she could wake up next to King James.