Lady of Imperfection [ON-GOING]

Chapter 20 [Heather]

"Lady Heather of the Mordecai Household." I curtsied and he did the same. There he is, again. Black hair and black eyes that are incredibly similar to mine. Way too similar, if I may add.

"Young Master Kale of the Quinnell Household. It's a pleasure to see you here." I said, eyeing the dancers.

"And, to you as well. Would you like to dance? I would love to continue our conversation the other day." He got some good initiative. He held out his hand for me.

I smiled and took his hand as he led me to the dancefloor. "I would love to." I out my left hand on his shoulder and his on my waist. My right hand felt warm above his.

"So, I consulted my father about this matter, and my mother might really have ran away with another child." Could that child be me? "You see, I have never my mother. Father said that she had somewhere to go, and he never saw her ever again. I know that she had more important things in mind, but I would've been so astonished if she visited me even just once."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't get me wrong, I don't despise her nor the reason why she left. I just really wanted to see her." He chuckled, lowly. I could sympathize with that.

"You're a good dancer, my lady." He complemented out of nowhere. It made me feel obligated to return back one.

"Thank you, young master. You, as well, has good footwork." He smiled at my statement.

"Heather!" I heard Rowan yelling from the other side of the ballroom. How scandalous. Can't he see we are in public?

"Great..." I mumbled. Kale squeezed my right hand. I glanced at his faltered smile, which was replaced with a stern expression.

"What is this? You dare dance with other men at your fiance's presence?!" What? I can't dance with other people now? And, he could be my relative! What the fuck?! Can't they see the resemblance? Do we have to spell it out for them?

"Your highness, may I clear up this misunderstanding. Lady Beatrice said that she wanted to have your first dance and I agreed since this was her celebration." I calmly stated. I shouldn't lose my cool.

"Dropping names to save yourself is not a righteous way of a noble, Lady Heather." Beatrice asserted, Bella sneering beside her. I see, this is also one of their schemes. I should've known by now.

"If I may speak, Your Highness." Kale pulled me behind him, standing tall.

"Young Master of the Quinnell Household?!" He finally noticed. No one would dare to go against the Quinnell Family since most of the weapons are their production. The nation would be in trouble if they stopped supplying for them.

"Yes, it is I. I greet the future star of the empire." Kale said and bowed. "The lady and I were discussing something really important. Like, why we look the same with each other." Rowan was shocked by this information, even Beatrice and Bella behind him were in disbelief. The three of them studied us, knowing that we told them the truth. What would happen if the lady they were belittling had a connection with the Quinnells? That could cause a war within nobility.

"I... I–" Rowan stammered and Kale took the opportunity to cut him off.

His eyes glowed silver. Huh? I was sure they were black. "Your Highness, with all due respect. You need to work on your judgement. As the future emperor, you'll have to lead this nation into honor and glory. Biased judgement would be a great hindrance for you. Then, we shall take our leave." Damn. Kale's not giving the man a break.so savage! I laughed inwardly.