Love Agreement With The King

What she saw, or better didn't see, left her in confusion and astonishment. His charming appearence was attracting all people's gaze on his deep eyes and his definite facial traits, distracting his audience from what was right under their noses.

Looking down the floor she had seen there was no shadow there, he seemed to be inable to cast a shadow. Roselyn's never studied physics before but she didn't need any particular knowledge to come to the conclusion that this characterization didn't belong to humans.

"You don't have a shade." Roselyn stated in low voice as she took a step ahead trying to look better, but the only shadow she could spot was hers.

He didn't reply, he quietedly stared at her straight in her eyes like if he was unsure of her answer and wanted to read whether she was lying or just pretending. He was perceiving an energy coming from her that was the concrete proof of her not human nature. He's being receiving those radiations from the previous night, that's the reason why he laid his prominent gaze on her frequently. Her scent was what drove him to find her and help her.

With a sudden movement he turned around making her jolt.

"What did this man want from you?" He asked.

"He was being quite persistent in wanting my hand."

The King cupped his chin, "I see.. then, what happened?"

"His nose.. casually started to bleed." Roselyn said nodding, pursing her lips, he took a unconscious chuckle: "I will take care of it. I'll make sure to lavish him with enough jewels and gold that he forgets today's unfortunate events." He offered a friendly smile which Roselyn soon returned. "I'm very grateful, if there's something I can do in return..."

He tilted his head from side to side "Don't worry, go now." He commanded, Roselyn followed his orders walking away.

Returning in the ballroom, she saw Abigail standing on her toes and stretching her neck probably looking for her. Roselyn waved unconsciously, then realized that she was not supposed to wave in such a manner otherwise she would have been considered ill-mannered. With the hand she was moving she pretended to be swatting a fly, catching her sister's attention.

They walked through the crowd of people that separated them, they met halfway.

"Roselyn!! Why do you always sneak away? Do you have a secret lover?" She asked, with a suspecious tone of voice.

"I didn't feel like dancing." She replied.

"If you don't find another man you will have to marry Lord Darington, do you recall?" Abigail whispered receiving a nod from Roselyn, she did recall as much as she recalled he was not a issue anymore.

"In this regard, your well-intentioned sister..." She laid her hands on her shoulders and leaded her few steps alongside right in front of two gentlentmen who standed firmly showing a toothy smile. "ta-tatan, found you a gentlement worth of your attentions." She smiled hugely spreading her arm in the direction of a blonde short haired guy. Truthfully enough, he was looking charming to be worth the attentions of every lady in that room.

He elegantly took a bow, Roselyn responded with another bow.

Stretching his hand and Roselyn took it, not to disappoint her sister, she didn't want to get in the way of her sisters' future or limit their possibilities of getting married and have the life of their dreams. As promised, she behaved good.

He kept his eye on her while his lips went to kiss delicately her back of her hand.

"I'm pleased to meet you, my name is Lionel of Galad House."

That name sounded familiar to Roselyn's, yet she couldn't remember where she heard it from.

"Do you want to dance with me?" He asked, still staring straight at her eyes, like if he was hypnotized.

Roselyn nodded, Abigail seeing how well they bounded smiled hugely, to finally turn around and face a new gentleman who was waiting for her.

The blond guy, who seemed just stepped out of a magazine, laid his hand to take Roselyn's hand and spreaded it wide, he took a step forward leding Roselyn to take a step ahead back, then they took a step side and finally one closer to each other. He was moving fast in a repentine repetitions of steps, he seemed very pratical as he was anticipating the music's rhythm like if he knew it by heart.

"Lady Abigail mentioned that you don't like much dancing, but I have to admit that for someone who dislikes the ballroom you're keeping up very well."

Roselyn genuinely smiled to his statement, he pushed her body away to just take a step closer, they take a twirl slowly. "I do like dancing, I don't like most of the people who take part in dances." She faked a smile, "however I can't dance alone unfortunately."

His lips curved into a smile, assuming it was a joke.

As they continued the dance, he whispered, "in complete confidence, lady Roselyn, " he watched her break the touch with his hand to twirl around and then reunited her hand against his to resume the dancing. "I share your same distate in people but the ones that crowd balls don't bother me much. At least, not as much as those who attend promenades." He scoffed, in a roll of eyes.

"I don't mind those by the lake." Roselyn whispered. His eyebrows knitted in a disappointment expression. "You fancy those?" His tone of voice was low but his shook was hearable.

His surprisement made her took a honest laugh, but he shook his head, almost missing a step but quickly getting back on track.

"See you're upsetting me so much that my dance is affected!" He let out a scoff and then continued, "those shall be supposed to be honoring the nature, breathing fresh air. Instead for people nature is just a background to accompany custom made fabrics and expensive jewelry. The nature is not even appreciated as people are too occupied in chatting and gossip about minor matters. An undercover basquet." He admitted confidentially, gazing around to make sure nobody was listening.

Once the music stopped, their dance ended and Roselyn offered him a joyful smile.

She could feel her sister's gaze on her, who concluded her dance just few seconds before Roselyn did and was already keeping an eye on the couple probably feeling like cupid who shot its arrow and finally melt her sister's cold heart.

"I'm very honored to have danced with you Miss Roselyn.." He assumed a composed posture, Roselyn thanked him with a bow, then walked toward the sister.