Isolde's sudden stiffening was palpable, and the music came to an abrupt halt, casting an eerie silence over the grand ballroom. She found herself locking eyes with Nyx, the weight of the unanswered question hanging heavily between them. In a measured tone, she finally spoke, "Your Highness, the music has ceased. Would you kindly release me now?"
Nyx, his expression reflecting surprise at the interruption, slowly let go of Isolde, his gaze never leaving her. With a slight nod, he conceded to her request, allowing her a respectful distance. They both executed graceful bows, their movements exuding the poise and decorum expected in such a setting.
As Isolde retreated from the dance floor, a multitude of thoughts raced through her mind. The unexpected exchange with Nyx left her feeling perplexed and curious. 'Why was he asking such questions?' she pondered as she exited the ballroom, her steps carrying her into a dimly lit corridor.
