"I, Jennie Ruby Jane of House Asteria, pledge my loyalty to his royal highness, Taehyung Ares Delrico, The Crown Prince of the Valorian Empire.
"How far does your loyalty lie, Princess Jane?" He stalked towards her, unrelenting even as her back co...
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Taehyung's hand hovered in the space between them, waiting for Jennie to accept his offer. The room around them seemed to fall silent as all eyes turned to watch the unfolding scene. Jennie's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a thousand emotions surge through her all at once.
Jennie's gaze flicked from his outstretched hand to his eyes. The intensity in his dark eyes was nearly unbearable, drawing her in even as she wanted to retreat.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and finally placed her hand in his. His grip was firm yet gentle, a touch that sent a shiver down her spine.
"It would be my honour, Your Majesty," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.
They moved to the center of the ballroom, the crowd parting to make way for them. The room seemed to hold its breath as the music began, a hauntingly beautiful melody that echoed through the grand hall.
"I'm impressed." Rosé commented as she and Lisa secretly high fived.
"I was inspired." Lisa grinned at Jisoo who nodded in approval.
Taehyung placed his hand on her waist, and Jennie felt her breath catch in her throat. His touch was warm, firm yet gentle, and it sent a surge of emotions rushing through her. She placed her hand on his shoulder, feeling the strength and tension in his muscles.
As they began to dance, the world around them seemed to fade away. They moved in perfect harmony, every step and every turn executed with grace and precision. To the onlookers, it was as if they were watching a pair that seemed impossibly perfect for each other.
Their movements were fluid, their expressions intense, creating an aura of enchantment that captivated everyone in the room.
But inside, both Taehyung and Jennie were fighting their own battles. Every touch, every glance, was a reminder of what they could not have. The weight of their responsibilities, the expectations of their positions, and the reality of their situation loomed over them like a dark cloud.
Jennie tried to focus on the dance, on the music, on anything but the man holding her. But it was impossible. Every time she looked into his eyes, she saw the longing and the pain that mirrored her own. His gaze was magnetic, drawing her in and making it hard to breathe.
Taehyung was struggling just as much. Holding Jennie in his arms, feeling her close to him, was both a dream and a torment. He could feel the warmth of her body through the fabric of her dress, the softness of her hand in his.
Every step they took together was a reminder of the bond they shared, a bond that was now shrouded in the impossibility of their circumstances.
They moved as one, their bodies perfectly attuned to each other. The music swelled, and they twirled around the ballroom, lost in the dance. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling, and the air between them was charged with unspoken words and suppressed emotions.
