Chapter 114. Royal Dance: pt. 2

Shaking his dark thoughts, despite wanting to leave this fucking clown show Vladimir squared his shoulders as he headed towards the dance floor.

The heavy velvet curtains swayed slightly with the faint breeze, carrying the mingled scents of wine, sweat, and perfume that clung to the air like smoke. His boots clicked sharply against the polished marble, each step echoing through the vast hall, reminding him that he was trapped here—caged in his own damn kingdom.

The lights of the Royal hall dimmed as the spotlight rolled over countless females holding their breaths praying that the spotlight will stop over them. Even the orchestra had stopped putting a little bit of dramatic effect to their little game.

A hush rippled through the crowd, the kind that tightened the air, thick with desperate anticipation. The rustle of silk gowns and the faint chime of jewelry filled the silence, an orchestra of vanity and hope. The scent of roses—too sweet, too heavy—burned his nostr