Hey!  Well, I’m back with yet another story.  This started out as a one-shot, but then I realized that to put in the bit of romance, I would have to make it a chapter story.  So soon I will think up a storyline to go with this idea and then update.  So here it is.

Gypsy Enchantments

            The music started, and she jumped into motion.  Her bare feet stepped lightly on the wooden platform in time with the beat of the drums, her body swaying and twisting with the song, her movements and steps telling a story.  Her blouse clung to her curves and her numerous brightly colored skirts swirled around her legs.  The bells sown onto her skirts rang and her many bracelets, anklets and earrings jangled as she moved swiftly.  She swung herself around the thin pole in the middle of the platform.  She felt at home here, dancing and performing.  Her long, midnight-black curls slapped her back and whipped across her exotic face.  Her shocking emerald eyes gazed intensely at the men, women, and children gathered around the platform.

Beads of sweat slowly dripped down her olive skin.  Her body was hot and feverish.  She felt alive.

The audience watched her intently, mesmerized by her exotic, foreign features and clothes and by her amazing dancing.

As she danced around the edge of the platform, she noticed a young man that was watching her more intently, following her every move.  She gave him a dazzling smile and continued on.  She knew who he was.  It was a gypsy’s business to know everything about the city.  He was the eldest prince.

Why does he stare like that?

She continued her dance.  It seemed to her that it ended too soon.  She stopped and raised her arms as the song ended.  The large town square erupted with yells and applause.  The audience turned to the other stage as the next festival amusement came out.

But as she turned to leave, one face was still turned towards her.  It was the prince.  She grinned at him and he smiled back.

She turned away, left the stage, and headed to her tent.  She didn’t see the prince push through the crowd to approach her tent.  He ignored the grumbles of the people he pushed aside.

I have to talk to her.  Who is she?

Sorry it was so short, but I hadn’t even originally planned to make it into a full-fledged story.

Please read and review!!