A/N: HI ALL! I'm back again! I forgot which email I used for this one and I've been trying to get as many shifts at work as physically possible in order to save to see my boyfriend some time (I'll have one tenth by the end of this month ; yeah I actually got a job now :3 Well anyway, I'll be updating old chapters and finishing the chapters that follow, plus I have ideas for new stuff. Enjoy!

Arthur was rather desperate when it came to the masquerade. Usually he wouldn't give much thought to dances of any sort, but this one was not at all similar to the others. It was the sort that caused his hands to get sweaty and his breath to come in short, nervous bursts. This was the one that he would use to find himself a potential husband. It wasn't the right time to do so and he felt it, but there was no point in arguing with his parents as they tried to find him a husband. It wasn't like a Romeo and Juliet story. He wouldn't fall in love with someone else and have to marry someone whom he wouldn't like to marry, or have an arranged marriage. It was completely his choice in who would be his betrothed but he was too young to make the decision. Arthur was a sixteen year old rebel with raging hormones, suggesting the need to marry soon but naturally he would have to wait until the signs of his first heat's arrival started to show. It was usually between sixteen and eighteen, and as his hormones caused frequent breakdowns it was likely that it would come soon enough, unfortunately for him.

He puffed his chest out as his nanny pulled his corset shirt as tight as physically possible without suffocating him, then tugged on a frilled dress shirt with a simple green jacket and black trousers. The clothing, as usual, was rather bland yet elegant as was his personality as far as he was concerned. He took a quick glance in the mirror and grimaced at his unusually thick eyebrows, which would most definitely put anyone off if his taste in music didn't beforehand. In complete vain, he made his room as neat as possible and was rather glad that his maid had changed the bed sheets earlier that day as it was much easier to make everything look tidy that way. Once everything looked as if it belonged, even the over sized violin in the corner of the room that wasn't quite a bass or a cello but quite honestly didn't fit in any case that he had ever found, he gave a satisfied smile and walked towards the door, grabbing a notebook and pen on the way out.

Not even ten minutes later the guests began to arrive and there were notably a large variety of different bachelors from a variety of kingdoms. Arthur quickly took the notebook containing the names, profiles and photos of every eligible bachelor that would be attending from under his arm. He took seat on a step out of view and looked through each, his lips and teeth nipping at the end of his pen as he concentrated fully and scanned over each of the pages until he found one of a relevant age, where he used the other end of the pen to circle their photo. He then proceeded to glance over each of his choices and desperately hoped that some of them weren't as bad in personality as they were in appearance. The young omega cautiously walked down the steps after ensuring that his mask was secured, only to see a crowd of bachelors staring at him from the bottom. He took a deep breath as he suddenly realised that there was no possible way of him knowing who was who from what he had circled, and proceeded to make his way to the other men. Before he could say a word, one of them whisked him up into the centre of the hall and took the standard position for the Viennese waltz, his hand gripping a little too hard on the slim waist.

Arthur winced, but continued forcing himself to smile politely. No doubt, the man was very good at dancing, but his hold was crippling. "Sire, may I know your name please?" The other man, clearly older, removed the hand from his waist for a moment to tap the side of his nose twice, then returned the hand to its previous position until another bachelor arrived to request a dance. The glance exchanged between the two alphas was strangely rather frightening, as they both seemed as if they were capable of fighting each other over him.

Even so, the elder bowed politely and allowed the shorter male to take over. The opportunity was immediately snatched up, and the grip wasn't half as tight. This one, however, had distracting orange locks sticking up over the top of his mask which wouldn't have been bad if they weren't obviously dyed such a fiery colour. He was also much shorter than the omega, which he figured was particularly awkward considering that he recognised this one from his notebook and he was dancing with an older male again. Arthur wasn't the shortest of males, but he reached five foot eight inches currently and still had a few more years to go until he reached full height. This man was around four inches shorter than him in high heeled boots, and he had already stopped growing so it would clearly be awkward.

Yet again, he stood through it and continued dancing with every bachelor that requested it for around an hour or so, before he finally managed to escape and squirmed out of the grasps for long enough to get a drink. As he took his first sip, there was a tap on his shoulder to which he responded with a huff as he turned around to face the most beautiful pair of eyes that he had ever seen. The deepest shade of blue with little grey specks. Although the rest of the face was hidden, it was clear that he was rather pretty and young. Arthur didn't care at all who was underneath the mask, nor did he particularly want to in case he obsessed over the bachelor. Or started imagining him naked, scrawled all over his bed doing various poses, being completely dominated by his omega. He was a teenager, after all; they all fantasised over such things whether they were royalty or not.

"May I have this dance, seeing as you seemed entirely dissatisfied by the others that you've danced with tonight?" Arthur somehow managed to keep his cool as he nodded and allowed himself to be led towards the centre of the room yet again. They quickly took the starting position and danced rather slowly together, their hands gently touching in a light hold and the alternating hands placed on the shoulder and waist. Their eyes remained locked throughout the entire dance, and the gaze remained as it slipped into the next song.

"I'm assuming that you're the omega prince that I'm meant to be dancing with. I mean, the lords make too much effort with their attire but not enough with their masks and yours is the complete opposite."
"Very observant, sire, yet you have just narrowed your identity down to be that of one of the princes; a lord would not notice such a thing," he smirked.
Their bodies pressed a little closer as they continued with the dance. Arthur felt his breath hitch immediately, and the other prince chuckled. "Getting a bit excited, aren't you?"
"It doesn't help that you're rather close and it is a little difficult for most teenage boys to have something attractive this close, when it's literally impossible to hide erections in a ballroom." This time, the mystery bachelor smirked.
"Should we take it up to the bedroom then?" Without an answer, Arthur grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.
"Don't worry, everyone is distracted and a lot of people are going up and down the stairs so it'll go unnoticed."

They entered the room soon after, and the door was quickly locked. "You know, I was only joking if you want to preserve your maidenhead or anything," the slightly taller male said quietly. It was obvious that he was nervous, but at the same time he had a large bulge in his trousers, much bigger than any that Arthur had seen in the past. Not that he had seen many, and perhaps it was just the material of his trousers over stretching but it looked pretty damn big. He chewed on his lower lip as he thought over the options.
"If you were joking, you may leave. I do not wish to make any guests uncomfortable, but please may this not be spread around? I'd rather not have any potential marriage partner thinking that I'm quick to spread my legs."

The alpha ignored him and brushed his lips over the soft, pale lips of the other male. "Turn the lights off and pull the curtains over the window. It'll be dark that way and we can remove our masks and clothing whilst keeping the mystery. After all, is it not best to avoid knowing which alpha is to mate you first if you're supposed to keep chastity?" Arthur moved swiftly towards the curtains and tugged them together, then moved back towards the light switch and flicked it off. He could see where the mystery bachelor was but could only make out a blush outline and shadow compared to details of his body that would be shown in the light. The masks were removed slowly, then hands made trails down to jackets.

Arthur's jacket was slipped straight off his shoulders. His own hands fumbled with difficult buttons before gently tugging the fabric away. Gradually they moved to the bed as their hands continued with shirts and trousers and boots. In one quick tug, Arthur's corset had been removed; he took several deep breaths to make up for the lost breath caused by wearing it, but his breath soon quickened again as soft lips touched his neck. Open mouth kisses were pressed to the skin. A warm tongue flashed over his skin. Fingertips quickly found their way to his chest, where they toyed with his nipples a little. "Your figure is perfect for carrying babies and for having rough, hot sex and just in general," the alpha breathed against his ear huskily, "I hope you'll still want me when you have to choose a husband; I'd worship every inch of you. You'd make an amazing husband."

By the time the lips were back on his and the hands were inside his underwear, he could feel his cheeks burning and breath growing shorter again. They hungrily deepened the kiss as both began to grow more and more aroused with each touch, especially when Arthur felt two fingers pressing against his already wet entrance, ready to prepare him for the rest of the night.

Arthur woke the next morning completely nude. He glanced around the room with the slightest of smiles, but such an expression quickly left him as the realisation dawned. He had had a one night stand with one of the bachelors; his maidenhead taken by one of them. And they hadn't just done it the once; they had mated five or so times, and it was just lucky that he wasn't in heat or fully knotted. He genuinely had no idea who he slept with. All he could tell was that the other was blonde, although all of the Nordic, North American, and some of the European princes were blonde, so it was impossible to narrow it down. All of them had a natural voice, their own tongue and accent, and their ballroom voice, which matched that of the host's nationality so he couldn't even narrow it down in that way.

The omega prince buried his face in the pillow. Whoever it was had left him during the night with no note or anything. In fact, it was as if he had dreamt the entire thing up, so that was what he would say it was. He had dreamed up having his virginity taken by another prince and it was all an illusion. That was it.