- We are sorry to leave you alone so early Ariadne, but unlike you we are forced to release our charms early enough if we want to capture some good victims. Even one would satisfy us.
- I'm sure you will. Then I wish you nunuchs a good evening!
- You too, princess!
And after a last nod of connivance, her friends moved away and quickly began to exercise their outrageous seduction on all men.
Ariadne looked up to the sky while shaking her head as she watched the scene her best friends were provoking. Then when the latter were completely swallowed up by the opulent crowd, dragged away by two noble strangers who she hoped, would bring them the night they had dreamed so much, Ariadne sighed in silence and began to look at her sparkling environment.
The high ceiling supported by impressive pillars and where a giant chandelier was suspended, diffused around the dimmed light, were engraved with legendary stories of the noble clan of Aclon.
Like all the women present, she wore rivers of priceless jewellery. Her dress was cut from an old pink silk fabric embroidered with threads of extraordinary finesse and remarkable brilliance. Her hair was set with tiny drops of rare crystal and held by a shiny tiara. She was simply breathtaking. And the procession of foreign men who invited her fiercely for a dance or even more, to prove in a more intimate way her dreamy majesty, easily showed her this. But also, despite her deep desire, hidden behind her mask and her elusive calm, to have fun, she categorically refused to each of her suitors what her two friends would surely have offered them without any hesitation.
After only one hour, Ariadne decided to rest for a while. Leaning gracefully against a pillar, she observed the light scene in front of her as a silent observer.
But soon hidden by an excited group of casual lovers, she had to move around a little to get a better view.
Even though she felt a little guilty, she acknowledged that she would not like to lose a crumb of the show that the evening offered and thought that it was just another way for her to reward herself for having the courage to come, while feeling alone. Then tired faster than expected, she looked up in the distance, still without passion. And it was at that very moment that she saw him. And she was sure that we could only do it. See him and be enchanted.
He stood, leaning against the inner gallery, looking at the joyful crowd with an impenetrable and rather dismissive expression. Dark and solitary statue filled with impure feelings and raging in darkness. She had the firm conviction that he was everything she could never understand. However, deep inside herself, she understood that it was at that moment that her destiny was set. The most striking thing about him was not his sublime black disguise, nor his imposing stature, no it was rather his aura. A mysterious and powerful aura hovering all around him and literally taking your breath away. And that's how Ariadne felt the moment she laid eyes on him, even though he was so far away from her.
Then with a terrifying naturalness, he turned his head towards the princess and smiled mockingly to her amazement. She became inflamed with passionate rage. But another feeling overtook the others. A growing excitement that devastated her entire body.
She had the desire to caress his hair so dark, darker than ebony, like the rest of his sumptuous clothes. Even the sparkling thread embroidered on his imperial coat was black by night. But unlike his darkness, his skin was so white, so striking, almost sickly, that one would have thought it had since been abandoned from the sun. His whole being was a world of white and black only illuminated by the depths of his golden eyes, fascinating and calling for the deepest pleasures. A pleasure that Ariadne knew she should never refuse, simply because it was him.
Ariadne was so disturbed by the being and by this certainty that for a moment she took her eyes off the object of her passion and tried to catch her breath. But when she looked in his direction again, the strange stranger disappeared.
This disappearance shocked the princess so much that she lost track of time for a moment and almost screamed in pain. But this feeling of irreparable loss was not to last long, because a voice she had never heard and would never forget whispered in her delicate ears.
- Princess, dance with me.
Although she did not have to turn around to find out who was exactly behind her, she did it anyway and looked at him.
He was tall as she had already guessed. More than great even. Huge. But his body was endowed with perfection. And without being surprised, she could not help but smile at this observation.
- And if I refuse? Ariadne asked boldly.
The stranger laughed softly, reading perfectly in Ariadne.
- Then it would only be a waste of time. Because for tonight, a refusal will never be an option. Especially if it's about us.
The princess made a false innocent laugh.
- Oh, so confident. So arrogant. But I can easily guess that you have already made many mistakes because of these defects.
- More than you can ever imagine. And it's without regret. But I'm sure that's exactly what's going to change everything tonight.
Then the stranger reached out his hand, knowing the truth, and Ariadne put hers on it. She smiled at him timidly and let herself be guided gracefully to the dance floor.
"His hand is thin but so strong. "Ariadne thought in amazement. A magnificent hand that will be able to break her easily. And his strange and exhilarating masculine scent enchanted her soul. He was a partner with a perfect image and his manners were noble.