"May I have this dance?"
A soft melody played from a lyre somewhere in the background, and several pairs were already dancing beneath the gentle glow of the moon and the mana-powered lamps scattered around the open courtyard.
Zenovia looked at Elion for a long moment without taking his hand.
Only she knew what was going through her mind.
As insufferable as the bastard could be, he certainly possessed a particular charm. It was not merely his godly handsome features that had been drawing the eyes of almost every noblewoman in attendance throughout the night.
No.
It was his actions as well.
He had made his intentions of pursuing her known from the very first time they met on the battlefield, but despite his shameless teasing, he had never once pushed his luck too far. As infuriating as he could be, he respected her boundaries.
That was a trait most men lacked.
Zenovia harrumphed lightly before finally placing her hand in his.
