Dancing with Shadows ✔

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Dancing with Shadow

Chapter 6

The festival continued to buzz with activity, each day bringing new faces and opportunities. Richard and Kate's stall thrived, their handmade goods flying off the shelves as festival-goers eagerly purchased their wares. Emma helped as much as she could, her natural charm drawing in customers, but her mind was often elsewhere.

Richard and Kate had encouraged Emma to practice her ballet for the royal ball, understanding how important it was for her to perfect her performance. Each day, Emma would slip away into the nearby woods, finding a secluded spot where she could dance without interruption. The forest became her sanctuary, the rustling leaves and chirping birds providing a soothing backdrop to her graceful movements.

On the third day of her practice, as the sun cast dappled shadows on the forest floor, Emma lost herself in her dance. Her movements were fluid and precise, each step and leap executed with the precision of years of training. She felt alive, her heart and soul pouring into every movement.

As she spun and leapt, she suddenly sensed she was not alone. Stopping mid-pirouette, Emma turned to see Prince Declan leaning casually against a tree, watching her with an intense gaze. For a moment, she thought she saw his eyes flash red, but she dismissed it as a trick of the light.

"Prince Declan," she breathed, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly curtsied, feeling a rush of nerves.

Declan pushed off the tree and walked towards her, a charming smile playing on his lips. "You know who I am," he said, his voice smooth and deep.

Emma blushed, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink. "Of course, Your Highness. It's an honor to meet you."

He laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. "Please, call me Declan. We are not at court, after all."

Emma nodded, trying to steady her racing heart. "Declan," she repeated, the name feeling strange yet thrilling on her lips.

Declan's eyes softened as he looked at her. "You're quite remarkable, you know."

Emma blushed, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "Thank you, Declan. I didn't expect anyone to be watching."

"Why not?" he asked, stopping a few steps away from her. "Anyone would be captivated by your grace. You make it look effortless."

Emma laughed softly, shaking her head. "It's far from effortless, I assure you. It takes years of practice and dedication."

"And passion," Declan added, his eyes twinkling. "That much is obvious. Your love for dance shines through every move you make."

She felt her cheeks grow warmer under his gaze. "It's something that's always been a part of me. It feels like home."

"Home," Declan repeated thoughtfully. "A feeling I know all too well. Although, I must admit, I've never felt so drawn to someone as I do to you."

Emma's breath caught in her throat. "Drawn to me? But we've only just met." It was hypocritical of her because she felt the same way.

"True," Declan said, taking a step closer. "But sometimes, you meet someone and just know they're meant to be in your life. You intrigue me, Emma."

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of curiosity and confusion. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Then don't say anything," he replied, a playful smile curling his lips. "Let me guess. You're kind, selfless, and incredibly talented. But I sense there's a depth to you that goes beyond your dance. Am I right?"