The Grey Storm

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La Dans
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Iseul was enjoying himself as his wife and kids all sang him happy birthday, his immediate family was there as well. The Queen of the Malagar National, Queen Mazadorä and her fourteenth siblings, all their kids and spouses. The General of controlling wars, Lady Elyme, her husband and their seven kids, plus her mother and her great grandmother― his mother's sister. Although he preferred his Korean business partners and their families were much better company. Ever since they are in Zetharaoh, he couldn't escape these Bloodlust crazy vultures he calls family.

Iseul loathed how the attention was on Isamiona instead of him. Family members all flocking around her with praises and condolences, watching her humbly thanking them all. His other kids stood one side, isolating themselves as a statement of their distant relationship with him. He kept Hyo around him, binding her to him as the achievement of a mock to his mother, looking over the crowd he saw Isamiona who was drinking champagne while Devon whispered in her ear. Seeing her smirking from whatever information she received gave him chills, he didn't even want to know what was it all about and judging from that smirk, it's something gruesome.

Everyone was singing happy birthday, Iseul felt awkward there. Smiling and looking at the people around him, he soon realised he stood out. He is of blood but always felt different, like he never look like his cousins or his mother. Blowing out the candles with the help of the youngest twins and then cutting the cake as everyone cheered. Hyo and him never spoke after their fight but pretended everything is okay for the kids. Everything was all smiles and an act, feeding the younger twins cake and then the four stepsons. Elijah and Ethan both declined, making an excuse of packing up early. Downing his glass, making his way to Isamiona, who looked at him. She wasn't looking at him, more like looking down upon him, how his mother looks at her subjects. Giving her his hand, making Isamiona lift a brow unpleased. "And dhis?" her tight English vanished, heavily emphasis on her disinterested.

"Can't a father ask his daughter for a dance?"

"You must be so fuckin' dense," taking his hand, kicking her heels off making their way to the dancefloor. Grabbing her skirts, dragging her foot into a half circle across the wooden floor. They stomped to the beat of the drums, synchronising so perfectly while glaring at each other. Hooking their arms together, slowly walking into a circle with foreheads hardly pressed against each other. With heir heated glare, raw emotions came out. Iseul's dark eyes to Isamiona's grey eyes, make a perfect grey storm over the desert. Panting heavily while breaking apart, tapping their foot and heel. Intertwining their fingers as they kicked and stomp, heel-toe tapping and dancing the traditional Heung folk dance, some relatives yelled and cheered them on. Isamiona went low lifting one leg, swaying the one leg. People cheered loudly, Hyo clapped excitedly upon seeing the Father-Daughter duo dancing together. Iseul pulled her up as they aggressively stomping their feet near each other, the floorboards could break.

Iseul spun Isamiona left and right, people were clapping in beat. Watching the ends of her skirts lit on fire, symbolising the symbol of the Rosemary lineage Element. Isamiona leaped onto the drum, stomping her feet, continuing the beat. Iseul graceful danced, some male members joined him to hype him up, even Elijah and Ethan joined in too. Hyo covered her mouth gashing at her husband's dancing abilities that she didn't know of. Heon hopped excitedly, trying to copy the men, Ethan pulled the shy boy along teaching him how to stomp on beat.

Helping Isamiona off the drum, she danced towards Hyo who stood there shock not knowing what to do. A lone spotlight followed the girl as the rest of the ballroom dimmed down into darkness. Pulling the Korean woman to the centre, Hyo shyly try to fight back but Lady Marié pushed the poor woman towards Isamiona. Clapping her hands twice to change the rhythm of the song. Lifting her skirt spinning around as the flames turned black, every spin was on beat over a ballad song. Strings of lutes and violins making a dramatic effect. Isamiona bowed taking Hyo's hand, taking the girl's naked hand as Isamiona kissed her knuckles deeply. Hyo gasped at the affection the child was giving, pulling Hyo close until their chests bumped into each other. Handing the older woman a single golden rose, taking it gratefully she looked at Isamiona confusedly.