The Dance 3

Prince Reuben, who was still recovering from the exhalirating experience of watching a uniquely executed dance, was in a daze. 

Alaric exhaled sharply, then, with full confidence, he stepped in front of Lara.

"May I have the honor of sharing this dance with you?" Alaric inquired, his voice serious, smooth, and deep, betraying a hint of anticipation. He leaned forward in a graceful bow, his dark hair catching the soft glow of the hundred candles that hung in the petal- like holders of the chandelier above them. It framed his face, eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. The air around them shimmered with an electric energy, transforming the moment into something truly enchanting.

As Lara processed his words, her eyes widened in astonishment. A warm smile spread across her face, and she gracefully nodded her head, a spark of excitement dancing in her gaze.