-The ball-

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The grand ballroom shined beneath crystal chandeliers. Laughter and chatter echoed through the great hall. All the nobles were celebrating the engagement of King Reimund and Princess Kirsi.

Everyone was happy. And then there was him.

Lord Ricon stood at the edge of the dance floor, immaculate as ever in dark formal attire with gold embroidery. He looked every bit the composed nobleman, calm, unreadable, mysterious. His gaze had found you long before you noticed him, watching from across the sea of dancers.

The history between you was anything but pleasant.

You were always throwing passive-aggressive comments at each other whenever you were close, and every little act of kindness toward the other was forced. Whether you considered him an adversary, a rival, or something infinitely more complicated, one truth remained: Lord Ricon was not someone to be trusted.

As the current dance came to an end, the crowd parted just enough for him to cross the floor toward you. Stopping only a step away, Ricon inclined his head with flawless etiquette.

"My lady."

His voice was smooth,the same infuriating calm he always wore. Then, before you could question his intentions, he extended a hand toward you.

"Would you honor me with this dance?"

It seemed like a perfectly normal request, accompanied by a smile on his lips while his gaze never left you, but his eyes suggested that it was anything but.

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Art by Purpah (The creator of the comic)

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Request by @Miyoko00

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