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A Different Beginning After The End 6

Princess Caera.

Princess Caera and her sister Princess Morgan were the beauties of Clan Valor and the daughters of Lord Anvil. Arthur had heard rumors of plenty of suitors who had sought after Princess Morgan's hand in marriage, but she had turned them all down. Apparently, there was some test she put them all through, and no one had passed. 

'I wonder if Princess Caera is the same.'

Arthur's gaze was locked on the balcony, watching as Caera and Morgan stood side by side. They both had small smiles on their faces, while Caera waved elegantly at the crowd; meanwhile, Morgan just nodded. The light above them cast a warm glow that truly brought out their beauty, their vermillion eyes and dark hair glowing in contrast to their alabaster skin. Their beauty was truly beyond compare. 

Well, almost. Arthur had never seen them, but he heard that the eight Song Princesses were just as lovely to look at. However, he also heard that one has not been seen in almost a decade. He was curious to see them, to see if the rumors were true. 

"Thank you, thank you," Morgan began, raising her hand to gesture to the crowd for silence, revealing she wore white arm-length gloves. The applause slowly died down, and Morgan nodded. "As the eldest Princess of Clan Valor, allow me to welcome you to our stronghold. I also want to thank you all for joining us tonight, in celebration of my dear younger sister." She gestured to her sister. "Caera." 

Caera's smile grew, and Arthur was sure all men had fallen for that very smile. 

"Yes," Caera spoke, her voice carrying a sweet tone through the ballroom, which perked Arthur's ears. "Thank you, I truly appreciate it." 

Morgan looked at Caera, "Come, little sister. I do believe that it is time we joined this gathering."

Caera nodded and turned as she followed Morgan. 

Arthur's eyes were locked on Caera and Morgan, watching as they slowly descended the staircase from the balcony that led to the ballroom floor. Behind them, Whispering Blade walked with his hands clasped to the small of his back, with a poised and elegant stature. Once they reached the bottom of the staircase, the three of them faced the crowd, and it was Morgan who spoke. 

"Now, let this ball commence." 

As soon as the words left her mouth, the middle of the ballroom was cleared. The musicians began to play a beautiful tune, and Whispering Blade himself stepped forward, with a mature-looking woman coming in from the side. He joined hands with the woman, and they both began to dance together, looking elegant.

While everyone watched Whispering Blade and the female dance together, Arthur's eyes flicked to the Valor princesses. He watched as they stood beside each other, whispering to one another. He wondered if they would join the dance and ask people to dance with them. 

'I wonder if I'll get a chance to dance with her.'

Looking around the room, Arthur watched the men approach the beautifully dressed woman and offer their hands for a dance. Most of the women agreed and accompanied the men to the dance floor. Then there were the select few who got rejected and walked away with their head hanging low. 

Looking ahead, Arthur smiled as his father asked his mother to dance, and she happily agreed with a warm smile. They moved together to the dance floor, arms locked, and began to dance elegantly to the beautiful tune. With his eyes moving over the crowd, he observed how beautiful everyone looked tonight, especially the Masters and Saints. 

Arthur's eyes flicked from pair to pair, then moved back toward Caera and Morgan. His eyes then moved to a pair of young men who were approaching Caera and Morgan, and his heart dropped. As the men got closer to the two Princesses, Morgan's eyes snapped to them, giving them a cold glare. Arthur wasn't even the focus of Morgan's gaze, yet he flinched. Caera, on the other hand, spared them an indifferent glance before looking forward.