Carl, of course, could hear the whispers, but he didn't care. He never did. His concern was singular, his purpose unwavering. He finally reached Ebere, who looked down shyly, a pleased blush dusting her cheeks.
'He's here.'
Her thoughts raced. She had started to worry when none of the princes had asked to accompany her for the first dance. Had something been wrong with her? But now, now it seemed things had worked out in her favor.
She lifted her gaze, her voice honeyed as she spoke.
"How may I help you, Prince Carl?"
But he didn't even look at her.
"Move."
The word was clipped, emotionless.
Ebere "..."
Ebere stiffened, her body locking in place. Her mind reeled, confusion flooding in. The coldness of his tone, the absolute indifference, it was like she wasn't even standing there.
The guests "..."
The murmurs around them turned into gasps.