"Queen of Hearts Chapter 3"
By lulzies (https://pastebin.com/u/lulzies)

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Created on: Saturday 14th of July 2012 08:57:16 AM CDT
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Chapter 3

>”D-dance?”
“Yeah, you and I, outside, now.”
>She hesitates for a moment, before following your suit.
“Come.” You call to her again, as you near the exit.
>The party was held both outdoors and indoors, inside- a quiet gentleman’s talk, while on the outside- a lavish garden party.
>There was a simple melody playing out in the background, setting the atmosphere.
>The garden was blanketed in white, fusing with the evergreen.
>The trees flanked the center, forming borders and into a circle.
>It was snowing lightly, as the two of you walk to the couples gathered there.
>A band near the entrance started to play, as you and Fleur moved to the center of the circle.
>Ponies crossed their neck, and swayed back and forth- thus ‘Dancing’.
>The two of you glance around awkwardly, Fleur even more.
>”Maybe we should just-“
“No, I got this.”
>You crouch down in front of her.
>She smiles, before coming close to you.
>”Anonymous, you-“
>She leans her neck on yours. 
>You hold her back with a hand.
>”Anonymous, I thought we were dancing.”
“No, not like that.”
>Before she can respond, you place your hands under her front legs, and slowly lift her up.
>She squeaks once, before trying to balance on your hands.
>”Anon! What are you doing?” She’s smiling.
“Dancing?”
>You pull one of her long legs over your shoulder.
>What do you know; she’s about your height on her hind legs.
>Fleur lets out a shy smile, and tries to keep her balance.
>”Are you sure this is a great idea, Anonymous?”
“I’m having fun- are you?”
>”Well-“ Her eyes go wide as she almost trips, and you hold her side.
>She’s giggling now, awkwardly shuffling with you.
>You lower your hands to her waistline, eliciting another squeak from her.
>”Anonymous- you’re just too… Forward.” She blushes.
“Oh, I’m sorry- this is how humans dance.”
>”Is that so?” Her mischievous grin is back.
>She then leans her body entirely to you.
>Both of her forelegs are over your shoulder now.
>You slide your left hand over one of her leg, and hold the soft hoof.
>You then gently tug it to the side, and you’re all set.
“Now, just follow my lead.” You smile, as the music rolls out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAWcs5H-qgQ
[If the link does not work anymore, it is ‘The A-Team – Ed Sheeran’]
[Yes, credits to the Betty haters, the A-Team.]
>You study her expression, as the two of you move in unison.
>One, two, three.

>White lips, pale face-
>Breathing in snowflakes-

>Her lips quiver, as she locks eyes with you.
>You can see the soft snow settling on her pink mane.
>The edges of her lips slowly curl into a smile, as you take a side-step.
>She looks around, noticing all of the ponies staring.
>”Anonymous, they’re all-“
“Shh. It’s just us now. Come on, one two three- one two three-”
>She lets out her bright smile again, before going with your movements.
>At this point, you wouldn’t care about what the ponies might think.
>You were right; it was just you and her.
“Okay, just going to twirl a little bit…”
>”Twirl?”
“Spin.”
>You put up your out-stretched arm, and let go of Fleur.
>Taking a step back, you watch her spin once.
>She balances herself on your grasp and a hind leg, and spins.
>You quickly catch her as she comes to the end of the revolution, and return to your steps.
>She giggles again, before sighing.
>”That’s fun. Let’s do it again.”
“Whatever happened to everyone watching?”
>”Who cares.”
>She let out a playful smile, before enthusiastically join in the steps.

>And they say, she’s in the Class A team
>Stuck in her daydream
>Been this way since eighteen

>You see a spark of excitement in her magenta eyes.
>And for that moment, all of your troubles are gone.
>It was just the two of you now.
>You nod and take a step back, raising your arm again.
>Fleur spins once, and then twice.
>She’s starting to lose balance, and you sweep in.
>The moment she falls, you are right behind her, catching her with your arms.
>You cradle her, as she looks up to you.
>The excitement is slowly wearing out as her expression slowly melts away.
>”Well?”
“Well what?”

>It’s too cold outside

>”Kiss me.”
>You obey, and lean in.

>For angels to fly
>And angel will die

>You slowly draw over her, not really knowing what to do.
>She grunts in annoyance, and rushes to you.

>Covered in white

>Your lips meet hers, and the two of you stay freeze.
>You close your eyes, and fade away into the feeling.

>Closed eye

>You feel the soft pat of the snow on your hair and ears.

>This time we’ll fade out tonight
>Straight down the line

>You can hear the claps from the background, as you pull away.
>Fleur looks to you silently, before letting out a small smile.
>You sigh and let her to her hooves.
>She retreats back to the building, and you tail her.
>The song is just ending behind you.

>And they say 
>She's in the Class A Team 
>Stuck in her daydream 
>Been this way since 18 
>But lately 
>her face seems 
>Slowly sinking, wasting 
>Crumbling like pastries 
>They scream 
>The worst things in life come free to us 
>And we're all under the upperhand 
>And go mad for a couple grams 
>And we don't want to go outside tonight 
>And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland 
>Or sell love to another man 
>It's too cold outside 
>For angels to fly 
>Angels to fly 
>To fly, fly 
>Angels to fly, 
>To fly, to fly 

>For angels to die
>The door behind you closes.

>”That was… fun.” She takes breather.
“It was, been a while since I dance with anyone.”
>”Well,” She answers, “I’m always available.”
>You smirk, and nod.
>”Might have to put on a dress, however, that was cold.”
>She shakes the snow from her mane, and returns to her position in the crowd, her calling.
>”Oh and Anonymous.” She turns to you.
>”You are definitely interesting.”
“I was about to say the same to you.”
>She smiles, before fading away with the other party-goers.
>You also return to your seat, joining a disgruntled Blueblood.
“I’m guessing it didn’t go so well, my prince?”
>You take your seat, and resume your drinks.
>”Oh, it went heavenly, Anonymous.”
>Emphasis on ‘heavenly’.
>”Sometimes I wonder why I even listen to you.”
“Why, I’m the most interesting individual around, sire.”
>”Speaking of which-“
“Yes?”
>”That mare.”
“Fleur?”
>”Yes, that wench.”
“Wench? Isn’t that a bit-“
>”It’s true, all to the very letter. Look, we all saw your little ‘commotion’ outside.”
“Just dancing, my prince.”
>Blueblood suddenly grabs your collar and pulls you close.
>”Listen, Anonymous, I’m warning you, be careful around that mare.”
“What did she do?”
>Blueblood assumes his composure again, and lets go.
>”You mean who she didn’t do. That mare is trouble, Anonymous.”
“Elaborate.”
>”I can safely say at least half of the stallions here were ‘escorted’ by her before. That’s what she does, Anonymous, she is, at the very base, a wench.”
“Is that it?”
>You’re not buying any of this.
>”No, that’s not all. All of those stallions were cheated out of their money. Completely legal, by the way. And everyone knows it’s her.”
“And what proof you have on her?”
>”Proof? Listen you oaf, she is bad, and I am taking my time warning you.”
>You stand.
>You’re not having any of this shit.
“Then I bid you good night, prince.”
>You wave and you walk towards the exit, you had enough for one night.
>A white hoof stops you, and Fancy Pants steps into sight.
>”My boy, we need to talk, about a certain mare.”
“I know sir, Fleur De Lis?”
>”That, and we also have another problem.”
>You sigh, what now?
>Another mare steps in your view…

>Fleur dodged through the crowd, and come into the corner.
>A stallion comes up to her, holding a cigar.
>”So doll, got the next target?”
>She hesitates for a moment, before responding.
>F: “N-no.”
>?: “Is that so? What about that human out there?”
>F: “Look, he’s nothing.”
>?: “Tell that to him- or to yourself when you kissed him.”
>F: “Shut it, I’ll get a target soon enough.”
>?: “Not soon enough, my dear- why not just the human?”
>F: “He’s… Special. Besides, he’s just an enterta-“
>?: “Special you say? Come on, Fleur.”
>F: “I think… He likes me.”
>?: “Likes you? Come on, he’s just like every stallion out there.”
>F: “No. He’s different.”
>?: “Fine. We’ll see about that.”

>You study the mare, eyeing her strange clothing.
>”It is I-“
>She stands on her back legs, and stretches her front legs wide.
>”THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!”