Bleeding Crown (Red Queen 4 Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

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Enjoy! "I told you to hide your heart once. You should have listened."

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Mare 

The next day follows the usual schedule. I start my morning with a nagging Kilorn trying to get me to drink coffee. I go to another pointless Scarlet Guard meeting. I guess they haven't got a plan on how to have me avoid death yet. I've started training with Ella again. My anger towards life in general fuels my motive at getting stronger.

But what comes that night is anything but usual. I dress in the simple pale pink dress that I had found in my closet. It goes to my knees, flowing around my legs. I wear the three-inch heels Maven sent me, and tie my hair into a neat bun. Not too ornate. As I get deeper into my lessons, I suppose I will have to wear a floor length dress. I cringe at the thought.

My heels click louder than I would like them to on the way to the ballroom. It's after 10:00 at night, and most have retired to their chambers. What seems like eternity, I finally arrived at the ballroom. I have a theory in which they've placed me at the opposite end of the palace from the ballroom just to keep me away from their events.

I push the door open, revealing Cal in semi-formal wear.

"Thank you for this," I say, causing him to turn around.

"Of course,"

"Now I have to warn you, you'll most likely have foot injuries, by the end of this," I said trying to enlighten the mood. We both new this dancing lesson really could mean life or death.

Cal shook his head, "I'm sure I've endured worse."

"I'm not sure about that. I could substitute my feet in place of lightning and would do just fine." I say smugly.

"I'd love to see that." He smiles genuinely. "Ready?"

I scoff, "Of course not! But we have to start at some point."

We begin with the basic steps, I had learned previously. A little rusty, but not terrible for having not danced in over a year. Later on, we venture into more complicated moves, including dips and spins. After what feels like ages, music begins to flow from the speakers.

"I see you've advanced from boxes to speakers. Impressive."

"Are you ready to put a dance together?" I nodded after a few seconds, listening to the tune. I was sure I had heard it before, but where?

While many silver men would jerk you around the ballroom, acting as if he was the leader of the dance, Cal wasn't like this. Although I was inexperienced, he treated me as an equal. We waltzed around the expansive room, for a moment forgetting all the problems of life. I hadn't been paying attention to the music, but after picking up a few lines, I remembered where I had heard the song. The last time we danced.

Not really knowing what I was doing, I broke out of the rhythm, and grabbed Cal by his shirt collar, and kissed him. Forgetting all he had done to me, I still loved him. He quickly melted into the kiss, almost as if he was expecting it. Perhaps he had been, I highly doubted this song had been played by coincidence.

I hadn't felt this sensation in weeks, and I admit, I missed it terribly.

"I love you," he whispered into my ear.

"I love you," I whispered back.

I couldn't explain how I was able to say the words out loud. I was caught up in the moment, not paying attention to what I was really saying. In simplicity, I was speaking the truth.