"Would you dance with ?"
The hall fell into absolute silence.
Ed slowly lifted his gaze.
Standing before him was Vynesaa El'Leather, the Crown Princess of the Elven Kingdom, extending her hand toward him with a poised yet unreadable expression.
The mont felt surreal.
The air itself seed to hold its breath.
Around them, the tension in the room escalated.
Gasps of disbelief. Disdainful scoffs.
Furious whispers.
"The Crown Princess... invited him?"
"A human? How disgraceful."
"She's ruining her image—just to play with so lowborn?"
But Vynesaa didn't acknowledge any of them.
She simply waited, her eyes locked onto his, as if daring him to decline.
Ed exhaled slowly.
He knew what would happen if he refused.
They'd say he was weak, a coward, that he didn't know his place.
If he accepted? It would make enemies. Powerful ones.
His lips barely curved into a smirk.
"Then so be it."
He reached forward and took her hand.
"Of course."
A collective gasp rippled through the banquet hall.
As they walked toward the grand podium where the dance floor awaited, Ed leaned in slightly and whispered, his voice low, careful not to be overheard.
"Hey, Vynesaa… I don't know how to dance."
She turned her head slightly, not bothering to look at him as she whispered back, her lips barely moving.
"Did I ask if you knew or not?"
Ed blinked.
Vynesaa's voice remained casual.
"Just be a puppet and follow my lead."
A soft chuckle escaped Ed.
"You make it sound so simple."
"Because it is. Also—" She subtly gestured with her eyes toward a group of journalists and reporters, their recording devices already locked onto them.
"We're about to be on the news, so cover your mouth when you talk. Don't ruin my image."
Ed let out a quiet sigh before covering his mouth slightly with his fingers, whispering through them.
"Thanks for helping ."
This ti, Vynesaa finally turned her gaze toward him.
"Help? Oh please. My brother's birthday was getting boring. I just wanted to cause so trouble."
Ed nearly scoffed.
Even now, she refused to admit she was helping him.
Classic Vynesaa.
The orchestra prepared.
A soft hum of magical instrunts filled the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere.
Ed took a deep breath as Vynesaa turned to face him.
She stepped closer.
Their hands t, and he instinctively placed his other hand on her waist.
Then the music began.
A slow, lodic tune.
Step. Step. Glide.
At first, Ed struggled. His movents were stiff, his feet clumsy.
Vynesaa was light as air, while he felt like dead weight.
"Tsk, at least try to move like a human," she muttered under her breath.
"Give a second. I fight, not dance," Ed responded.
Vynesaa let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes before whispering, "Fine, follow my rhythm."
She tightened her grip, taking control.
Step. Step. Spin.
Ed felt the shift imdiately.
She led the dance with effortless grace.
He focused on her movents. Mirroring. Learning.
And soon—
He matched her.
The stiffness in his steps vanished.
His body began to move naturally.
And when Vynesaa smiled in approval, Ed knew—he had caught up.
The audience, who had been whispering in doubt just monts ago, now sat in stunned silence.
As the song escalated, so did their dance.
Their steps beca more fluid, their movents more synchronized.
It was no longer just a dance. It was a statent.
The nobles, the reporters, the commoners—they all watched, srized.
Even Zareth, who rarely showed interest in banquets, found himself watching with intrigue.
Then ca the final act.
Vynesaa leaned in, whispering just above his lips.
"Now, throw ."
Ed's eyes widened.
"Wait, what?"
"Throw . High."
He hesitated.
"Vynesaa, are you out of your damn—"
"Just do it!"
With one swift movent, Ed lifted her into the air and threw her high above the ground.
Gasps erupted throughout the banquet hall.
For a mont, she was weightless, suspended in midair.
Then—
A surge of wind magic erupted around her, swirling like a gentle storm.
She descended like a falling star, slowly, gracefully.
As her feet touched the floor, the wind dissipated, leaving behind only silence.
A perfect landing.
Vynesaa straightened, brushing back a loose strand of pink hair.
She turned to Ed, smirking.
"See? Not so bad."
The mont hung in the air.
Then—
Applause.
"Clap- Clap- Clap"
A thunderous wave of applause erupted, shaking the hall.
So clapped reluctantly. Others clapped in awe.
Ed exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I can't believe that worked."
Vynesaa nudged him playfully.
"Believe it, partner - you've just beco the celebrity in the world!."
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Click. Scroll. Refresh. Scroll again.
Eirlys Arcwright sat on her bed, mindlessly going through the latest news on her holo-screen.
Her day had been uneventful, as usual. etings, training.
Nothing interesting.
Until—
Her finger stopped mid-scroll.
A bold headline in flashing gold letters appeared at the top of every trending list:
__________
ElfLover23 "Lucky bastard… I'd give my entire fortune to dance with the Crown Princess."
> Vynesaa's Devoted: "Their chemistry is insane. That human must be soone special!"
> MYLF_ Supremacy : "This is disgraceful. An elf should never dance with a lowborn human."
>Femboy_devotee : "Who the hell is he? He moves like a damn noble. If he's a commoner, I'll eat my boots."
Eirlys barely processed the words.
Her vision blurred.
She refocused on the video.
It was real. Undeniably real.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she swallowed them down.
"Crying won't help. I need to move."
Her grip on the holo-screen tightened.
Then she stood.
She was going to him.
Right now.
Eirlys stord out of her room, nearly knocking over a servant in the hallway.
"Lady Eirlys!" the servant gasped, startled by her sudden movent. "Do you need sothing—"
"Find out where that banquet took place. Right now of elven yesterday."
The sharp urgency in her voice made the servant stiffen.
"Y-Yes, my lady!"
Eirlys barely waited for an answer.
She kept moving.
She needed details, locations, flight routes.
Her mind raced.
He was at a banquet. A royal event.
The Elven Kingdom.
Which ans…
Her breath hitched.
"He's on the elven continent."
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