Javier sighed softly, setting his glass down.
What he wanted was simple, one dance with Liana, then another with Gloria.
But that chance was gone.
Because already at the center, Athine and Aelius were dazzling everyone with their shining, perfect performance.
Every step they took, every turn they shared, drew the eyes of the entire hall. Nobles, officers, princes, all of them were stunned into silence, captivated by the pair who moved like they were born for the dance floor.
Javier leaned back slightly, exhaling through his nose.
Damn… these two lovebirds stole the scene.
His lips curved faintly into a half-smile, hidden by the rim of his goblet.
No matter what I do now, it'll never shine brighter than that.
And there it was.
Anyone could dance now.
Meira and Zania were already bickering, each tugging at Cedric's arm, fighting for their turn to drag him onto the floor.
Lithia and her mother? Yeah… both of them were already eyeing Marcellus.
