'If I refuse, not only will he feel humiliated but the dances might take longer to start…' — I understood, before accepting the offered hand of the New Duke of Noverrne.
"… Has my invitation been welcomed?" — He then asked, lifting his head that had lowered respectfully in wait for our reply.
My nod came graceful and certain in affirmation to his inquiry and I looked back at Marianne's Father to bow in a temporary goodbye since I was to leave him behind so the dance could begin.
"Go on, I am to watch from here." — Showing a scary smile the mister said, taking my glass of wine. Seemingly gentle to any other who didn't know what was truly going on in his protective father's head.
'I bet he's thinking something like… "even I haven't danced with my daughter" or something along those lines, haha…' — I told Marianne… nervously but to laugh it off.
There were some concerns clouding our head as we walked beside the new Duke to the centre of the Hall.
