The Blood Of Silver And Gold

Chapter IV

"Sure," I answered to Mr. Felix's offer. I looked at Chris and he only smiled as an encouragement.

Mr. Felix offered his arm and I accepted it and he lead me to the middle of the dance floor. Then, we bowed at each other again.

"Happy birthday, once again, Mr. Felix," I told him as we started dancing.

"Thank you," he smiled. "Please, just call me Felix," he requested. I smiled in response.

"Lady Lalissa, I'm sorry for asking, but are you a Pilak at any chance?" he suddenly asked me as we were dancing. A Pilak is a general name for people with silver-colored blood. It was an ancient name and is rarely used at recent times.

"Why do you ask?" I felt nervous suddenly, thinking that maybe he can tell that I'm gold blooded.

"It's just that I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you. If you are a Pilak, it would explain everything," he simply replied.

His intention of asking the color of my blood may be harmless, but for a person like me, it's dangerous. I was too distracted because of it that I can't acknowledge his compliment.

I smiled to hide my nervousness. I can lie to him and say that I am indeed to avoid any more questions but it feels wrong.

"Actually, no. I'm not a Pilak." I said and bit my lip. He stared at me with wide eyes.

"You're ordinary? How could that be? I'm not kidding when I told you that I've never seen anyone as gorgeous as you, even a Pilak like me won't come close." he said, thoughtfully. I smiled at that, flattered. I breathed a small sigh of relief. I'm relieved that he just assumed that I'm a Pula, an ordinary person with red blood.

"I don't know about that," I admitted, "And I've never even seen my reflection in the mirror." He nodded in understanding. A few seconds later, he asked me again.

"Is it okay to assume that you're only a companion of the prince?"

He smiled shyly. I looked at him properly in the mysterious light of the chandelier.

Now that I'm looking at him, really looking at him, I'll say he's handsome, just like every one of them is. He has brown eyes that almost look black at this lighting, and he has blonde hair, lighter than my golden brown ones. He also has dimples on his cheek when he smiles. He's almost as tall as Chris, too. He even looks dashing in his black suit.

"Yes. We are what I call best of friends, since the queen kind of adopted me since we were children," I answered.

He beamed at that. I don't understand why he seemed happier after hearing that.

Why would he even assume that I was anything else other than the prince's companion?

"So," he cleared his throat. "Have you ever been to another ball like this?" he asked me.

"Uh, no. We rarely get invitations from other manor considering that, you know, the royal family can't come to gatherings like this."

He nodded at what I said.

"Honestly, I envy you," he confessed.

I looked at him, surprised. "Why?" I asked.

"I don't actually like to attend parties like this. It bore the wits out of me," he answered that made me giggle. I can't believe that he said that.