Chapter 10
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The noisy surrounding suddenly became quiet as Eleanor enters the ball. She can hear slow chatters at the weight of the stares pointing at her. She can hardly relax when she hears her father welcomes her.
Her eyes met with The King, who stood tall in front of her. When did The King walked down from his seat that now he is so close. The King however surprisingly looks so young with his warm expression. There are two well built men beside him, who stared at her with smile.
"I welcomed you, My Princess Eleanor Ivy Tudor."
"You are so beautiful, my princess. This father of yours is full of joy today."
The King held her hand and introduce her again properly as The Princess of the Anathor. The sudden announcement followed by claps from everyone in the ball.
Eleanor then introduce herself to The Queen and The Princes. They accepted her greets warmly but she cannot let her guard down just because of mere smiles.
The ball continues with Eleanor dancing with her two brothers. This ball isn't as suffocating as she thought it will be. Everyone is enjoying themselves and most of them still glanced at her whenever they can.
Eleanor walked toward Viscountess Maria when she heard someone talking to her.
"May I have this dance with Your Highness, Princess Eleanor"
Hearing a cold voice from her back asking for a dance, she quickly turned in astonishment.
"Forgive me for surpring you, I am Winter Von Ulrich."
The figure with dark noirette hair was so tall. Her blue eyes then met his warm hazel eyes. With smile, he then extend his left hand and waiting for her to accept.
"Are you...."
Not waiting long after Eleanor accept his hand, Winter escort her to the dance floor. As if enchanted, Eleanor dance with the man she wanted to avoid the most.
"As you aware, I am your fiancé. Is that what you want to ask me earlier Princess?"
Following the flow of the dance, Eleanor looked straight into Winter's eyes.
"Uh-Oh yes"
"Do you have anything to ask me?"
Winter tried to continue the conversation, making her comfortable. It's not that he did not know that their engagement is not within her consent.
"No"
"Do you dislike me?"
Feeling rejected with the almost one-sided conversation, Winter go straight to the point. He looked straight at her.
"Yes, I don't like you"
The short answer from Eleanor carries a weight heavier than a mountain itself that make Winter's smile to completely bid adieu.
"Is it better if we get to know each other first before we develop judgement?"
"Sir Winter, I don't fancy such thing as getting to know new people. I don't plan on doing marriage thing especially with you. So you are my fiancé? I do not fancy anything that stood in front of me, you may find other lady if you are so obsessed with having a wife. Goodbye Sir, I wish for us to never crossed path again"
The cold and strong rejection that can only be heard by Winter ends with applauses from the nobles there. Their dance was so beautiful that everyone keep praising that they were made for each other. Everyone was looking forward for their wedding that will takes place in two years from now, everyone but the bride.
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