Crowned Compass ✓

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 13

"Since when were you blind father?"

He chuckled, ignoring my question. "Oh, would you looky there? Your dance partner has arrived!"

How did he know someone was here if he couldn't see?

"Dad just tell me what's going o-"

I heard someone clap right into my ear and I was about to give them a piece of mind, but then I saw that young brown skinned replication of the man I hated most, and frowned immediately.

It was my uncle's son.
My obnoxious cousin.

He wasn't a prince, nor a soldier. He wasn't a damn thing. Just an art lover and an even greater annoyance.

"He's my dance partner?! I demand to dance with the devil himself instead!"

"I am so touched to hear you are happy to see me as well, princess," he smirked.

"Be nice to each other," my father said, "No fighting or I'll be dealing with you both later."

I shook in rage and pulled at my father's sleeve before he could think to leave, "I am not done talking to you."

"Well I am butterfly," he planted a kiss on my head before walking away.

I wanted to explode as I watched his back. He waved a hand in the air without turning to meet my eyes, "Be good."

"Awww," my cousin placed a hand to his heart, "his wittle butterfwy."

"Shut the fuck up. Why are you talking like that?!"

"Such language. Are you really of royal blood?"

I took a deep breath.

"In..." I whispered and inhaled, "Out..."

"Does that actually work?" he asked, tying his hair back.

I started to get impatient, "Let us dance, Iven."

"Oh? Using my name? That's a first."

I narrowed my eyes and he cued for the orchestra to begin.

They started to play their violins, harps, and cellos, and I gulped.

Iven unbuttoned the cuffs on the end of his sleeves, rolling them up his arms.

He tapped his foot and shook his shoulders afterwards, "Alright. I am ready."

I didn't bring my eyes to his, afraid that I'd end up punching that awful smirk off his face.

He walked towards me and placed one of my hands on his shoulders, moving his hand to my back.

"Why are you touching my back?!"

"That's how these dances go obviously."

I groaned, "Whatever."

I was definitely going to run away now.

He held my other hand, "Now, we are going to do one step back, one step left, turn, one step forward, one step right a couple times alright?"

My face went blank and I just looked down at both my feet.

"Head up. If you do not feel like looking at the prince's eyes, you must look over their shoulder. It  shows that you are confident in your moves."

"You sound like your damned father," I spat.

"And you sound like your damned mother."

I sighed and looked over his shoulder as we both began to sway in rhythm.