Reuben's gaze flickered at the pair dancing regally, and he was filled with rage. His fists clenched. He only loosened up when Amielle tugged at his sleeves.
He wanted to dance with Lara but wouldn't it be an insult if he danced with a girl whom his elder brother had already danced with?
"Let us greet the guests, My Prince. This is your night after all." Lady Amielle said in an overly sweet voice. But if one would look closely, her fingernails dug at the flesh of her palms as she furtively cast a glance at Lara dancing at the center of the hall.
The crown prince forced his gaze away from the dancing couple. He looked at Lady Amielle, his gaze gentle, and let her accompany him around the hall to mingle with the guests.
Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Alaric's and Lara's movements were in synch, and it felt as if the rest of the hall had vanished for a few stolen minutes. Since last night, Lara felt that Alaric's treatment of her had changed. He was treating her like he liked her.
