Obelia's Rose

Chapter 26 (Debutante 2)

OBELIA'S ROSE, CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX, BY VIICERENE.

STANDING at the assembly hall, you peeked out the door. It was grand. There was gold lining everywhere, and the banners of the Obelian symbol were everywhere.

In front of you, positioned, are Athanasia and your father, Claude. Holding your hand, Lucas looked at you. A single knight yelled, his voice booming through everyone's ears.

Your eyes darted to the front. "Make way for His Majesty, Claude de Alger Obelia, and Her Highness, Athanasia de Alger Obelia!" A knight yelled, and your sister walked forward, walking hand in hand with your father.

Eyes darted to her and Claude, while you and Lucas had to wait for them to bow. 

Athanasia hesitated for a moment. She had never stood in front of that many people before, and she shivered as she felt everyone's eyes on her. "What's the matter?" Claude asked. Everyone was quiet. Athanasia smiled, "I'm scared." She said.

You chuckled at her as she stuck to your father. The two bowed down lightly to the nobles before Athy took the right,

and your father took the left. "Now, Make way for her Highness, Y/n Ambrosia de Alger Obelia! And His Excellency, Lucas of Obelia!" Everyone bowed at the sight.

You had your signature smile plastered onto your face as you waved to all the nobles. The moment was crucial after you finished. It was a tradition for a princess during their debutantes.

"Greetings, Authorities, Majesties, Nobles, and Magicians. I, Y/n Ambrosia de Alger Obelia, would like to renew my ancestor's pledge to your ancestors."

"I declare to you all, that my whole life, whether it would be long or short; shall be devoted to your service, and to this family that we all belong to." You smiled more at the nobles, glaring at some.

"I would also like to address and discuss some rules before we can continue the music. First of all, we will not tolerate any bad behavior, and second of all, there shall be no use of black magic." You smiled, raising your hand up.

Lucas then smiled at the crowd too, gesturing that you both should go down. 

"Are you nervous?" Lucas asked Y/n. "It's okay, Lucas. Because I'll have you by my side." You smiled at him. Shaking and sweating, you looked at Lucas worriedly;

he was looking at you too. "I didn't take you for the type to get nervous over small trivial things," Lucas said to you, amused. The trivial thing he was talking about was big!

You were amused too. How could he say such a thing was a small trivial thing? It was your debutante.

"Though, considering how a devil you were when you were younger, ripping my hair out and hitting my face, dancing a few dances shouldn't be such an ordeal," Lucas said to you. At that moment, your face turned pale. 

"No, I don't have such memories of that, Lucas. Such jokes like that aren't funny," You said with a serious tone, trying to deny it. Though you weren't going to lie that you were in denial. "You were such an insolent thing back then.

I don't think your father would deny it." Lucas said with a  teasing smile.

"Stop teasing me, Lucas." Your stern voice echoed through his ears. But with that single reassuring action, the tense atmosphere around you two died down.

Leading you to the dancefloor with a smile, he placed his hand on top of your shoulders as he backed up. "Relax, my princess." He said.

He held his hand out for you to take. "This is a day where you should have fun, Y/n." He had a reassuring smile on his face as he guided you, slowly but surely.

 Your jeweled eyes glowed in happiness, having a smile plastered on your face as if it was with you from birth. But now, it was time for you both to dance more advanced.

But at that moment, Lucas dipped the younger girl. It wasn't something that was included in their dance, but it was purely something Lucas made mid-dance.

 Twisting and twirling you around, the nobles clapped and cheered for both you and Lucas. He dressed up elegantly, and it was your time to shine...

But, something that was common for both of you during practice happened. You stepped on his boot. "Oh." Your heel twisted. You could've sworn you could fall. "Lucas,"  You mumbled under your breath, feeling two stares being drilled onto your back.Then, his hands held your waist tightly. Lifting you up in the air was a beautiful sight. 

"Oh my!" Madame Pompidou's voice was heard in the crowd. Everyone was in awe at what they did. They didn't even notice that their beloved princess has stepped onto the shoe of the Imperial Magician.

 Now landing, everyone clapped even louder. "I can tell you have just stepped on my foot once again," Lucas said.

His voice was muffled because of the loud claps. "I knew your hands were strong enough to hit me, but I didn't know that your feet were this strong too," He gestured to his aching feet.

You looked down in guilt. "Eh? Are you alright?" You asked him guiltily. "No, I'm in pain!" Lucas said with a frown on his face.

"..." Silence engulfed the two of you as you both refused to talk about how you dance. Having someone step on his shoe was painful indeed.

You blushed for a moment and looked away, burying your face in his chest. You were embarrassed about the dance, of course. You stepped on his shoe in front of one hundred people!

He smirked for a moment, his eyes looked at your sister. "I keep forgetting that you're Y/n. Whenever I'm with you, I think of you as Athanasia.

But when your sister is with me, I do think that you're Y/n." He said. "I've become quite foolish." He said, trying to walk forward when you stomped on his foot again. 

"Eh?" You mumbled, gazing down on it. "I'm a bit nervous about today again." You said, now bowing on the floor as your dress spread out. "You did well." He mused, lifting you up.

But then, everyone gasped. Was there something wrong? "Lucas, is there something wrong?" You asked him.

"You're just as pretty as you first looked when you entered, don't worry." Now you realized it. To them, it looked like he had finally gone nuts. Why was she the only one in the room that was embarrassed? But after that, many fourteen-year-olds danced with their partners, just like how Athanasia danced with Ijekiel.

But looking in the darkness, there was Sir Roger and another noble. Perhaps it's Viscount Patterson. Were they going to introduce Jennette as our sister and his daughter? If so, how would your father react? You looked at him with a frown now on your face.