Dancing Sword

the ceremony part 2

She did what she had been practicing, her body swirling with the tune, her hair loose from her motion and dancing to the wind. Her performance was amazing. Anyone looking at her now would bet with their life that she will win. Everyone was looking at her in awe and admiration, especially her governess she was grinning ear to ear.

"Looks like the prophecy is true, she is really amazing" the black haired judge said to his fellow judges beside him. "Will you ever stop being so cold and indifferent?" The other one who looked like a fashion stylist said to the silent and indifferent white haired guy in the middle. "Why would I care if the prophecy is true or not when I can already judge that it's her" the white haired guy dead panned. "You know Carl most of the time your judgements are correct but," he was cut off short by none other than Carl. himself. "But what? don't you dare say a thing about my keen ability just say if my judgment had been wrong once" Carl said in the most polite way he could, but ended up irking the men sitting on his either sides.

"You will never stop being narcissistic and cocky right? You did it too much that I am immune to it already" the black haired guy said in pride. He then added " by the way you are talking a lot today what happened to you? Prince long face?" "Are you telling me to shut up?" Carl asked with interest. "Of course I wouldn't dare!! you are going to complain to uncle non stop and I Chris have no intention of facing uncle's wrath especially if the girl is not her" Chris complained. Soon he stopped whining as he couldn't take his eyes off the girl on the stage.

" You will see it is her "Carl Growled in a low voice for the people next to him. "I decide that only she passes this selection" Carl roared for the crowd, lifting his hand that was covered in black leather glove. Pointing at her for the crowd to see the winner. The crowd roared back in happiness; they have never seen someone as good as her. It was stupefying to see that a girl as talented had failed to attend the soirée before.

The music stopped and kiara was standing gracefully after her last move. Gesturing thank you to the crowd and to the judges which she didn't know. It would always be the same greedy old hags who would not hesitate to dirty their hands in bribery. The new judges who made her the winner gave off a strange and dark aura; One which she never felt before. She lifted her face to meet their gaze. There was something unfathomable written on their face no matter how much she tried she couldn't read their emotions, let alone their possible thoughts. She went to look at what they were wearing, expensive looking clothes only a prince can afford. "Wait, wait are they the artists wearing prince costumes?" she asked herself because there is no way the state's princes would be here and fool around in this messy theatre to choose a performer for the grand soiree; They have far too many people to do that for them. She thought, but whoever they were it doesn't matter the thing that matters is that she passed and she could finally make her governess proud. She couldn't believe that she passed.

She ascended from the stage gracefully, and ran to hug her governess. " I told you you can do it right?" Miss Ada asked while hugging kiara tightly. She was so proud of her. Now that she passed this selection to enter the castle she felt a little at ease, but at the same time worried about what was waiting for her there.

The crowd that came to observe the competition was hovering on them now. They were trying to befriend the new person who might give them the invitation to the soirée. A person who passes to be the performer always gets to invite less than five people to attend. Kiara wanted to escape this crap, but her governess was just too proud of her that she won't stop showing off to the crowd. Escaping from the crowd took a lot of energy especially dragging her Governess was difficult.

But just when she thought the drama was over for the day she bumped into a person with a strong and sturdy chest. She looked up to apologize and she saw it was one of the judges, it was the one sitting in the middle. "Excuse me Milord, I didn't mean to be rude" she said hastily, little did she know the person did it on purpose while she was walking her eyes on the ground. Her governess was not with her. "No need to feel sorry I was looking for you, in fact the three of us were looking for you," he said, referring to the other judges who were with him. She noticed something that she didn't while she was performing, something that she missed at the heat of her nervousness; Their dressing style was like a prince but it looked weird, it didn't look anything like the current fashion and even more splendid than any artist in the theatre can afford who are they really?

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