Chapter 44: High and Dry

Johann Strauss — Voices Of Spring.

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Adeline nearly flinched at the thundering claps that sounded through the room. Everyone began to celebrate His Majesty, with blessings and congratulatory messages. The music became even more festive and pleasant. The people watched on with large smiles, though some never met the eyes.

To some, her pain was their laughter. She could see it.

Despite that, Adeline forced herself to smile, until her cheeks began to hurt. She was guided down the staircase, with Elias in tow. Her eyes locked with Lydia who watched her with a worried gaze. But eventually, Lydia bowed her head, swearing an allegiance they both knew.

"A dance," he whispered into her ears.

Goosebumps broke out on her arms. He was so close to her, his lips brushing upon her ear for a split second. Then, he was gone. His voice sent a shiver down her body, that only he could muster.

"Just one?" she muttered back, her attention upon the crowd.

"Congratulations, Princess!"