Chapter 31

Ron's lungs burned for air and he grabbed Zedekiel's hand, exuding all his strength to free his neck but it was impossible. Zedekiel's hand was immovable. Like a mountain. 

The Prince screamed in his heart. 'It wasn't a dream!'

Zedekiel was furious. He couldn't understand why the masked dancer's scent filled Ron's room. In fact, at that very moment, it was stronger than ever! And with Ron before him, with his nose right near Ron's neck, he knew... he definitely knew that Ron was the masked dancer but he didn't want to believe it.

How? How could it be this annoying Prince? How did the Prince know their sacred dance? Just how?

But deep down, deep deep down, the question King Zedekiel burned to ask, was, Why did Ron ask to dance with him?

He could have asked for any other wish.

Why dance? And with him?

Zedekiel felt the neck in his hold go limp and he panicked. He quickly released Ron and Ron started to cough violently. He gra