The International Ball


The United States would host the yearly International Ball for dignitaries and rulers of the world’s countries. A great event to socialize, meet new cultures and speak peace. As head of security for the Queen of Spain, our travel to the United States, only posted one big threat. A company of women thieves were seeking to replace our ruler with one of their own, whose likeness no one could deny. Getting out of the country seemed too easy, there were no attacks or received threats. On our way to our hotel through country roads, our coach stopped. Before us stood the three we were awaiting. It amazes me still what women can do in high heels. The fight began and through the kicks and punches the display of aggressive jewelry was impressive. The enemy beaten, our feathers ruffled, now we have to get ready for the ball in a hurry. Her majesty always shinning and beautiful. In her giving nature she granted me one of her outfits. I may have been head of security, but my body could not have looked greater, more attractive, a weapon on its own. My stilettos and sparkling short skirt was sure to turn heads. At the ball, all the rulers greeted, while the security agents stood at a distance watching closing. There was no reason to think she was in danger. I checked the terrace where behind a wall in a corner stood my object of affection. He was American, tall with sweet freckles, dressed in his black suit, lavender shirt and royal blue tie. His brown eyes looked at me with a smirk, nodded at my legs and grabbed me. We kissed and held each other. In a few moments, caught by surprise by my security team and my queen, she says,  “Aqui encontramos la verdadera razon porque teníamos que venir.” (So we find the real reason we had to come). She winked at me and returned to her party. Embraced in his arms, I opened my eyes and giggled, I liked that dream.


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