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ｍｏｏｎｄａｎｃｅ ｔｈｉｅｆ ａｕ
The night was young, the moon barely up the horizon and lazily shined its bright moonlight on the earth like a blanket. The stars twinkled and shined, showing the world it's bright glory. The large silver castle hummed along the winds and music that echoed in its hallways. It almost appeared the halls and rooms were alive. The lights flickered and shined creating such an alluring aura.
Inside the stunning castle was gold trims and the finest wines. The food was exquisite and divine, with the nobles and royalty milking in silver and gold. They swayed with glasses of bubbly champagne and the music humming in the air. Everyone was conversing amongst themselves, laughing and smiling drunkenly, their bodies nearly pressed against each other.
It was a sight the woman dreaded, her hand swirling the cup of red wine. Her dress was an ebony black, with a slit on her right leg. The sleeves off her shoulders with the air kissing her shoulders. The dress hugging her in all the right places, with her curves and edges so snuggled in the fabric. She wore black heels and white Pearl earrings that dangle from her ears. Her hair was short and kept to her chin but with bouncing curls. Finally a white diamond choker was wrapped around her neck.
The woman took a sip of her wine before placing it on a tray that was passing by. Her heels clicked as she walked around the ballroom. Her eyes flickering around the room while she gave a smile to any eyes that pry on her. Her lipstick red and lustful, nearly tempting every man in the ballroom to grab a taste of her lips. But one look at her cold eyes brought them to stand back. It was like they were filled with a blazing fire, ready to devour its prey. It's flames ready to lick and consume the poor prey into ashes.
She meant business.
"Miss!"
The woman turned her head the moment a smooth warm hand grabbed forearm. She fluttered her eyes lashes, them kissing her cheeks. The man looked at her with a charming smile. Two dimples proudly indenting his tan cheeks. He wasn't wearing any fancy suit, instead an all black outfit of a dress shirt and trousers. His shirt was tucked in, his sleeves rolled up and two buttons undone to showcase a skim of his skin. His eyes a cool coal color, his hair silver and long, but only long enough for a mullet. It was pulled back to expose his glorious forehead.
"Ah. My apologies, you are the prince?" The woman asked, bowing her head. The man let go of her arm and widen his smile.
"Yes. What is your name? I've never seen you here before."
"Y/n Min. I'm here on behalf of my brother who has fallen ill and couldn't make it tonight. His name is Lord Yoongi. You might've heard of him?" Y/n gave a smile, her hands crossed over her stomach while on hand brushed against the dagger that hidden on her right thigh.
