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"Maximilian?"
I blink at her silently. She just called my name. By my name. Instead of feeling repulsed and detested by that sound I instead can't feel anything anymore. All I can see is her.
My breath stops for a moment again. Just like back i...
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"Come on, dance with me. I have to show Ludovika what she's missing out on, maybe make her jealous in the way. I know she likes me, I just know it. She doens't like hte crown prince or anyone else, she loves me." Roman begged, trying to reason with Elizabeth as she stood near him with a glass of wine in her hands. She had to bear hearing his meaningless rants about Ludovika this entire ball night. Her eyes casted a glance at the lovely couple that stood a few feet away from them, chuckling and smiling happily.
Elizabeth didn't do anything. Just looked at them up and down, analyzing their body language. Maybe they are getting closer. "Please, Lady Elizabeth. Look at how smitten he's getting with her, if he does get any more closer, the little amount of feeling she has for me might just diminish tonight." He pleaded again, "Show me some mercy, tonight." He begs, hands clasped together, bowing lightly before her. Elizabeth covered her mouth to hide the smile spreading on it, seeing his desperate state, and then gives her glass of wine to a passing servant.
"Fine, let's dance." She extends her hand, awaiting for him to take it and lead her to the dance floor. "Thank you so much! You're the best!" He says, quickly taking her hand with a wide grin plastered on his face, he never let it down even along their dance. "Oh my, please be careful, you're this close to dropping me every few seconds. Can you atleast treat another lady with some respect?" She says, pulling him by the shoulder to grab his attention that kept wandering to Ludovika, and Maximillian staring deeply into each other's eyes talking about who knows what.
"I mean, honestly, I even accepted to be your partner for tonight and also dance with you because you asked for it like a rolling dog." With that, his attention was brought back, as he looked at her stunned, bewildered almost. "Excuse me, did you just call me a rolling dog?" He shakes his head, scoffing. "Did I stutter? I did not, so yes. I'm about to go find a different partner and you can be busy kissing up to Ludovika as I do that." "No!" He shouted that so loud, the entire ball room stared at them in the middle, arguing like they were a couple. Elizabeth exhaled, running a hand down her face. Light pink tinted her cheeks at the embarrassment she was given today. She wanted to call it day and just go back home. "If you're going to be screaming, can we go speak somewhere where you can scream all you want?" Roman shook his head. "That was one slip up, trust me, it won't happen again." And for the rest of their dance, he didn't raise his voice higher than a whisper than only she could hear.
Roman spins her around with his outstretched hand, and reels her back in, her figure colliding with his broad chest. This was almost 5 times he's done this. Does he treat every lady with such care? "Do you feel someone staring at you?" Roman asks, leaning closer and whispering down to her ear. Elizabeth went alarmed. "What? No. Why do you think that?" "It's just that, you know you have this instinct that tells you someone is staring at you, that's how. And this person is absolutely burning a hole through my back, I might just become a pastry donut." he says, earning a small laugh from Elizabeth. Roman notices how she always covers her mouth when she smiles, raises a brow at it. He doesn't want to act upon it and ask her, instead he will remember it in his memories.
