The Soldier Of Sins | ✓

[15] The Night Is Young-II

Samara gave Lady Brent a fake smile as she complimented her about how beautiful she looked. Even Samuel was standing stiff as their father patted Davis' back while talking to his father.

Samara had almost laughed when Samuel took another excuse to leave the conversation and went away somewhere she didn't care about. Her eyes roamed all around the crowd as the slow music had turned into loud. The pianist had started playing a dancing tune as people started leaving the groups with their partners to join the Prince who was swaying slowly with his wife.

"Samara, dear." She was startled by the fat lady's thick voice. She watched as Lady Brent looked at her son. "Davis, why don't you take Samara for the dance?"

She bit her lip and looked pleadingly at her father who didn't give her a reaction and nodded to the youngman. As the parents got aside, Davis stiffly came to her side and gave her a tight smile.

"So, may I have this dance with you, Samara?" He said each word slowly.

The way he called her name in his deep voice made her smile nervously. "Yes, why not."

She gulped and walked towards the stage slowly. Her steps halted when she saw Nathaniel dancing with Maria, Lord Benton's daughter. Her father supervised the trading of jewelleries in the castle and attended merchants.

She didn't know why within some hours, her Nathaniel had turned into a stranger. Was he scared of asking his father about their relation? Was he ignoring her knowingly so he won't have to handle her questions?

She lowered her eyes when she saw him holding her waist as sensually as a lover would do. Her gown was so shiny and expensive. Even her earrings were glittering like her aura. As if they both were dancing in their elegant shoes on her shrinking heart.

"Samara?"

She blinked and looked at Davis through blurry vision who immediately understood the environment. His eyes softened on her which was rare for her to see. Davis was a quiet man.

"If you don't want to, then it is fine. Would you want to leave the hall and have some air?" He suggested while squeezing her hand as she breathed softly.

She shook her head and looked back at Lady Brent who was watching them with a smile. She looked back at Davis.

"No. We will dance."

She walked towards the stage while Davis matched her steps. They both faced each other and finally began to sway along the music.

"He likes to talk to different people. You don't have to think about it." Samara smiled weakly and lowered her eyes at his chest. "He will come around."

"Have you healed properly?" She swallowed. "I have seen you tonight for the first time after the war."

She observed the gash under his chin and waited for his answer. In her mind, she was recalling how he was Rodwin's great friend. He was as good as Logan to him but completely different from both of them.

"Mostly. All the injuries are healed. Some are still left to. But I have some internal pain at places. It must be because of lack of my training. Once, I start again, all these wounds will be just a passed nightmare."

Samara smiled at his spirit and through his shoulder, her gaze fell on Rodwin who was narrowing his eyes at her.

She glared back while moving her hand slowly on Davis chest, reaching his shoulders. She bit her inner cheeks and to give the reaction, Rodwin blew her a kiss.

She was taken back and even shied away when she caught Davis staring at her.

"You are beautiful, Samara."