And that someone approaching them with gusto is none other than Sol.
He has been eyeing on who caught the eyes of his sister this soon in the dance party, and when he starts asking around for more information on the man, from where he is from to what kind of status he has, alarms ring in his brain when no one else recognizes him. He doesn't mind if his twin will one day marry to someone who is not a royalty, but he can't accept anyone that hides his identity from everyone else.
When he is finally near enough, it seems the pair has been talking comfortably with each other, which makes him annoyed that someone else can make Lune talks with ease this way, "I will have to interrupt your dance, but I need to tell something important to my sister right away far from peering ears."
"Sure," he scoffs at how confident the man sounds, as if she will be back to his embrace after the supposed talk. Confused, Lune immediately has the worst scenario playing in her mind about the party preparation and asks, "is there something wrong with my planning?"
"Just follow me," she takes one last look at Chilve and when he assures her with a nod, she follows her twin towards a corner and when Sol finally stops, he turns and asks, "do you even know your dancing partner earlier?"
Thinking back on her conversation with Chilve earlier, she tries to blend his new status in to avoid suspicions, "his name is Evan, a banker from our national bank? Seriously, why are you so concerned with a little dance of mine?"
"No one around here knows who he is, so how do I trust that his name is this Evan? It could be a fake name!"
'Yes, because it's a fake one, that's why.' Lune knows that he is thinking for her own good, but she already knows Chilve and in one way, he is her savior that saved her from a beast years ago. Taking a deep breath, she lets out a sigh and asks, "so what do you think I should do, reject him in front of everyone? He only asked for a dance."
"And soon he will be asking you to marry."
"Can you stop being so paranoid? I know how to take care of myself," she starts turning to walk back to the spot where they left Chilve, and Sol warns, "just be careful. You never knew who is the wolf in a sheep's skin."
She almost laugh at that sentence since Chilve is literally a wolf, or more accurately, a werewolf, and she just nods to ease Sol's tension before walking back to the dance floor, where it seems that Chilve has been waiting for her to come back near the dessert table they found each other earlier. He stares at Lune and his eyes wanders to her hair again, where he grins and asks, "so, you still have that flower I gave you?"
"What flower? You never gave me-" a realization that the unknown flower that never wilts could be a gift from Chilve all along comes to her mind, and she gasps from how she never thought of it, "this flower was from you?!"
"I thought you knew. But it never wilted?" Lune nods in confirmation and he looks a little surprised, since he thought Lune just simply get someone to search for the same flower after the very one he gave her wilted or something, "you're not pulling any strings right?"
"If you're the one that gave it to me, you should know it better than others, don't you? Liar."
He can't exactly tell her about the moondrop legend right now, can he? Hoping she doesn't catch wind of the legend soon, he tries to make one up to ease the awkwardness, "legends say that this flower will never wilt if the receiver will be serving the one that gives this as a gift."
"Serve?!" Some people around stare at them funnily, and Chilve shushes before asking, "do you want to let everyone know about how you will be serving me after this despite your birth status?"
'He must be joking about it, I will ask Gina the librarian if there's any encyclopedia on flowers.' "No way I'm trusting your word on this."
"Then should we continue our dance, outside?"
Without answering his question, Lune grabs his hand and starts pulling, making him follow her without a fuss, "there's a spot I know that has a great view of the moon," and when they finally reach one of the balcony of the ballroom, Chilve looks around and chuckles, "the night is full of stars tonight."
Lune puts her hands on her hips and grins, "do you like it?" He nods from the question and she continues, "I used to sneak in here whenever things got a little overwhelmed for me, but after tonight, I will be gaining a little freedom that I craved for."
"Freedom?"
"Yeah," her lips curve upward more and she puts both her hands up and exclaims, "I will be an adventurer until I'm needed back to the palace. I will be seeing the world myself."
Chilve looks genuinely surprised with her declaration and he asks, "did you learn how to fight during all these years? I'm itching to spar with you one day," and he smirks, "I have a feeling you won't be able to scratch me even once."
"I have decent sword fighting skills, and not to mention I do have the abilities to conjure magic spells that is enough to hurt," Chilve has to kick himself to stop pinching Lune's cheeks, since she looks really cute pouting, "and who says I'm adventuring alone? I can recruit and make my own team."
"Do you even know any seasoned adventurers that will be willing to travel with you?"
Though what he just said is logical, Lune feels a little annoyed that he sounds like a parent nagging at a child not to do something dangerous, "I will be fine."
"Then do you want me to travel with you until you can get on your own feet?"
Chilve looks like he regrets what he just blurted out when he sees how hopeful the girl looks with his suggestion. He needs to resume his duties as an alpha, and even though the pack can resume their activities without him managing everything, he is still needed for appearance, which is a pain, "well, just for a while! I'm a busy wolf."
"What is a wolf doing being this busy anyway?"
'Didn't this girl study werewolves before? So she never really found much on werewolf cultures huh?' "Lots. And since I'm the alpha right now, I have more on my plate than usual."
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"You're the alpha of your pack?!"