Avelina's brows wrinkled as she proceeded to speak, but before she could, someone grabbed her abruptly and pulled her away. She turned her head, and her eyes met with those reddish orbs filled with annoyance.
"D-Draven…" Her heart skipped a beat, unable to grasp what the problem was.
Edward, on the other hand, crumpled his face. "What is the meaning of this, Your Highness?"
Draven frankly replied, "I like to have a dance with my wife."
"But the dance isn't over yet! This is quite rude of you, your highness," Edward retorted.
"I don't care! She is my wife, and I want to have a dance with her," Draven declared with no expression.
"But you cannot do tha—"
"You don't tell me what to do, Blondie!" Draven scowled and looked at Avelina. "Shall we?"
Avelina fluttered her eyes and nodded her head. "Yes."
