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I sighed when my stepmother urged me to accept his offer. I looked around and found that many people were watching. It would be bad if I humiliated him by rejecting him.
'A dance won't hurt' I said to myself. His eyes were still smiling at me. The mask on his face hid most of his facial expressions.
I took a step back and bowed. The music changed and claps filled the air as I placed a hand in his palm. We danced to my father's favourite song. Although he was not here, I knew he would be happy if he hear the sound in the study room.
I have seen him dance a few times with my stepmother. He was a good dancer I must say.
"I hope you are enjoying the party, princess Azrael," Prince Charles asked with a smile. I nodded and his hand held my waist. A cold shiver ran through my spine. I was irritated by this act. I stared at the bare floor for some time. "Your hand, please."
