The Abandoned Princess: Promises Arc

Chapter 61

𝕾𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔: 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖇𝖞 𝕿𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙

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When the soft water is embedded in the sweetness of honey and flows in a circular way, enough to reflect the people's souls, my lips find their curves.

My hands touched even the most fragile glass within the empire, where the grip I couldn't undo, and yet, the hardness mattered, it remained intact.

While the bypassing melodies descended on my ears, the scent of nostalgic aroma embedded the surrounding illuminating these blinding misty rainbow hues with the overlapping golden color, and soft but penetrating sounds from everyone's chuckles.

As my feet found their way to my own table, my eyes began to narrow and find the person I thought wouldn't show up until I passed the hallways.

A wave of pleasure swirled around this crowded hall, where everything was overwhelmed by the color of the sun. Sweet nothings, whispers of untrue words, and dances of these people's bodies got swayed by the burning ashes of the wind.

Every move they make corresponds to the cover from their upper face, darkness that they couldn't show, not when all of these people were captivated by the said abyss from their real identities.

Like the wind, with a blink of an eye, my body leaned on a hard wooden seat, and all I could see from my right side was the person who had the finest brown hair within the empire, the one with the chocolate brown eyes that defined quietness in the commonality.

"So, this is what it looks like," I heard him caress the winds with his words. His hands started to move and covered mine from the table, enveloping me with such warmth.

"Now you know..." I said and with a little twist of my head, I found the edges of my eyes mimicking the way my lips curled.

"No wonder, you seemed like the type to know these kinds of events, Lady. Have you been in here before?" The depth of his voice sounded like a calm water trying to come out of its natural case.

And I got the game he wanted me to play since everything in this place, must never be known, and no one must know anyone's identity, to keep the nightlife of the nobles' theme as dark.

"Oh, how nice of you, young man," my hands that were previously engulfed in his warmth hit his hard chest like a plank of wood, and instead, my hands got pained from doing so.

It must have been present in my expression because the moment I did so, a bust of unexpected sound came coming out from his mouth.

"You're a very hilarious lady, I suppose," he continued with his act and I did the same until the guests of the hall became even more crowded, and instead of talking to someone and looking for some allies, sounds of some whispers came rushing to my ears.

Then in a sudden blink of an eye, everyone gathered on the sides as if someone of the high status was meant to walk in the middle.

As I was informed, and have known from the past, nobles even the imperial family, if they would participate in such events, wouldn't they be able to conceal their true identity?

This night was meant for the people who wanted to enjoy their life, as long as it was exclusively for nobles.

Us who were from the table began to come to the sides of the center of the hall, and then as if a shining light appeared, a young man who wore a simple white coat, and a huge vest with no strings appeared.

He had white hair and very pale skin that no one could compare. His soul searched around, and it was in a violet hue, a very rare eye color that should live within the empire.