Mira shot him a glance, her cheeks flushing hard. If he wanted to tease her, then she would tease him right back. Her voice, though quiet, carried a firm edge. "And yet, you keep saying even naughtier things, Your Majesty," she replied, her tone laced with mock admonishment.
Zamian arched an eyebrow in amusement, spinning her effortlessly as the music swirled around them. The chandeliers overhead glittered, their golden light cascading over the ballroom, casting the couple in a warm glow. They swayed together in perfect harmony, their movements almost hypnotic, before Mira spoke again, her voice softer this time. "Who knows if little Zamian could hear your… improper remarks?"
His lips curled into a confident smirk, his response immediate and smooth. "Of course not. I'm always very careful."
Mira raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes at his words. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Oh, yes. Extra careful, indeed."
