My woman?
Her breath hitched, her face turned red beneath the mask as those two words repeated over and over in her head while she froze in place.
The world seemed to blur out, making it seem as if she was here with the king alone.
"Ari…"
His voice vibrated through her veins, making her aware that he still had his hand outstretched to her.
Gently, she reached for it, warmth spreading through her like second her skin made a contact with his.
The music slowly began again—soft, melodic, perfect.
He led her to the dancing floor, and heir bodies moved together effortlessly, like the music was made for them.
Eyes of the onlookers pricked her skin, but she was barely aware of them, thanks to the male who had his arm around her waist.
"You're good. Surprisingly," Arianna grinned.
"I am.
