Finally, time for the banquet.After all that, I'm relieved to be away from my family.
Everyone—except my father, my brother, and me—had already swept into the grand hall.Every head turned the second we stepped in.On each face, you could see the fake loyalty.
Then they bowed.
To show us their nonexistent respect.For us.For me.
They might respect me now, but when I leave, whispers of hatred will flood the spot I was just in.
My beautiful black-and-gold butterfly dress flowed behind me, clinging to the floor—not wanting to go into the den of snakes.
I walk into the red-and-gold-covered banquet hall,taking my place in the shadows, with no one else.
I was ready to observe.To collect information.
But—Wait.
Is that… a tuft of white hair?
That can't be.I've never seen him at any banquet before.(Not like I've cared about memorizing people's faces that much.)
I need to hide.I don't want to be interrogated right now.
I don't have time.I never have time…
I run—but not before locking eyes with him.
Severing whatever opportunity I had.But my optimistic side said: keep on moving. We can still make it.
Whatever. Just keep walking.To get to me, he'll have to get through a throng of people slobbering all over him.Wanting him.
"Wait!"
No!Why couldn't he just ignore me?
I turn around—and wow, seeing his face up close really makes you tongue-tied.
"Uuuh…" I just stutter for a few seconds, having no idea what to say.Then I spot someone behind the white-haired demon and—out of panic—I say the words that might just be the doom of me:
"Crown Prince of the Southern Empire, you look quite pretty today."
They weren't even directed at the white-haired demon.They were for the angelic devil standing behind him.
To escape a demon, I call on the devil.
Such great logic of mine.