Chapter 6：My Condition (1/2)

”Your Highness,” Brione bowed a bit after confirming it was the Prince who spoke.

”The night is still young Miss Brione. Why not enjoy the party some more? Come and dance with me for a while,” the Prince commanded and she gulped.

'Can't he at least ask if I'm okay with dancing with him? He makes it sound like it's an order that I should not refuse!' Brione scolded the Prince in her mind.

She wanted to tell him that she would like to rest for now but she felt it would be improper to reject the Prince directly. After all, she and her staff are at his disposal during their stay on the island so she did not want to cause any trouble.

'One dance won't harm me,' she encouraged herself despite the uneasy feeling.

She gave the Prince a formal smile and raised her hand as a symbol of acceptance for dance and said, ”Sure your highness…”

'What the heck…' she wondered, feeling The Prince's arm encircling her waist as soon as they reached the dance floor. He pulled her closer to him making her swallow in nervousness. There goes her heart beating abnormally again…

She hated this feeling. To think that she was having these weird feelings because of some stranger in a mask was annoying her even more.

”Relax. Why are you so tense when we are just dancing,” The Prince whispered in her ear, making her stiffen more.

'St*t he can feel it.' Brione panicked as she tried to calm her body.

”I'm not tense, okay. I'm just tired,” she defended herself while pouting her lips a little.

She felt him pull her closer so she lifted her head to glare at him but she saw him smirk before a full smile settled on his lips. That smile was so mischievous that Brione could sense that she would be in danger soon.

”I will escort you to your room then,” the Prince whispered and Brione unconsciously nodded before she realized what she did.

”Wait what? No! I can manage on my own. No need to trouble yourself, Your Highness!” she shouted, panicking a bit.

”I'm sorry, Your Highness but can you let me go now?” she added, feeling uneasy because of all the emotions she was feeling due to their closeness. It was something so familiar yet so foreign…

'Is he angry?' she worried. Even though he had a mask on, she could sense the sudden gloominess in his aura.

”I guess you're scared of me too,” he scorned.

”Huh?” Brione breathed, feeling confused. His face was getting closer to her and she was backing her head unknowingly.

”Do you also believe that you'll die if I kiss you Miss Brione?” he questioned her with his face just an inch apart from hers.

Without realizing it, her lips parted as she retorted, ”Won't I?”

A very dangerous smile carved in the Prince's face as he whispered, ”Why don't we try and find out?”

”Huh?” Brione murmured and she only realized that her answer sounded more like an invitation than a refusal. Why the heck she did not answer him with a firm 'NO'.

”Aren't you curious to know whether or not you will die because of my kiss?” he teased so she responded, ”I still want to live for a long time so no thank you…”