The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

"Why do you make this request?"

Celeste looked at Celeste a little strangely: "Does it have anything to do with you whether I dance or not?"

Escrito put the tray aside and looked down at Celeste: "Because I will be jealous."

"What's there to be jealous of?" Celeste felt puzzled: "It's just dancing."

"Dance."

Escrito took a few steps forward, he approached Celeste, held Celeste's right hand with one hand, and put the other hand lightly on Celeste's shoulder, posing The lady is about to start dancing.

Celeste didn't know what he wanted to do, but he also straightened his body in coordination, one hand weakly wrapped around Escrit's waist.

Although the dance hadn't started yet, soft and graceful music sounded from downstairs, and Escrito raised his footsteps slightly, leading Celeste to dance gently.

"To think of a woman who can touch you like this." Escrit followed the beat of the music, clasped one hand tightly with Celeste's, and put the other on Celeste's shoulder.The distance between the two of them was very close, so close that it was almost ambiguous. Escrit said slowly: "I am very jealous in my heart."

He deliberately slowed down by a beat, and Celeste, who was walking strictly according to the beat, crashed into his arms. Escrito loosened his interlocking hands, and reached out to hug Celeste into his arms.

He looked down into his master's brilliant blue eyes. "I'd be very jealous."

Celeste was a little shaken in his heart, but it was only for a moment. He didn't say anything to refuse, but simply said: "This is my first ball, which means I want to formally enter the social world. I am There's going to be an opening dance anyway."

"This is a customary rule." Celeste said in a rare and gentle voice, "I can't change it."

Escrito's eyes dimmed, he pursed his lips, and didn't say anything more.He held Celeste's waist tightly with one hand, and covered Celeste's eyes with the other hand, then he lowered his head and kissed Celeste's lips fiercely.

This kiss was not as gentle as usual, Escrito's thin lips were pressed tightly against Celeste, the movements were intense and long.Celeste's eyes were covered, and his vision was dark.

He couldn't see the gloominess and sternness flashing in the emerald green pupils of his knight commander, he just stretched out his arms and hugged him back.Below are the bustling guests, surrounded by the sound of lively conversation and soothing music, which makes Celeste feel very exciting.

After the kiss was over, Celeste was a little out of breath. He grabbed Escrit's skirt and looked up at the knight commander's handsome face in a daze.Escrito also looked down at his master. His master's lips were red now, his eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked more beautiful than a blooming rose.

Escrito took a step back, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Celeste's wet lips, his eyes were downcast, his expression was gloomy.

"Then please have a sip of tea before going down."

他 说:

"After all, dancing is a physical thing, even if you are facing lovely ladies, it can't change this."

He smiled as he said this, but Celeste could see that there was no smile in Escrit's eyes.

Celeste narrowed his eyes, took the black tea from Escrit, but did not drink it, but touched the rim of the glass symbolically with his lips.

Afterwards, he put the teacup aside and ordered: "Go and inform the guests that the dance will start half an hour later."

The beautiful rose-like Duke is lazily leaning on the railing behind him. The complicated and gorgeous court attire on his body makes him unreal like a character that only exists in oil paintings.

"I have to do the opening dance."

He looked at Escrit meaningfully, and said slowly, "But with whom to dance, there is no rule."

Celeste smiled, and said with hints: "Even if it's a lady who is taller than me and whose origin is unknown, it's not a problem at all, as long as she can catch my heart."

After finishing speaking, he brushed off the non-existent dust on his white cuffs, and turned his back to Escrit: "The dance can only be postponed for half an hour."

His Excellency the Duke turned his head slightly. Under the light orange light, his side face looked even more beautiful. He said softly, "You know where the rest of the invitations are, go."

"Why is the dance postponed for half an hour?"

Rodal grasped the feather fan tightly with his delicate gloved hand: "Is Your Excellency the Duke feeling unwell again?"

Her delicate brows were tightly frowned, and her big beautiful eyes were full of worry, "I heard that Your Excellency the Duke has recovered."

"Rumors are never completely believed." Another well-dressed noble lady sneered: "Smart people never believe rumors."

If it were at any other time, Rodar would inevitably have to confront her, but now that her mind is full of Duke Ulysses, she is not in the mood at all. She blinked, crossed herself on her chest, and prayed. His Excellency the Duke was able to attend the ball smoothly.

She made a lot of preparations for this prom. Whether it was the long dress, accessories or makeup, she tried her best to be perfect. Her slender waist.The corset was so tight that she couldn't breathe, and she had to carry a bottle of smelling salts with her to keep herself from passing out.

Rodal felt a little out of breath. She took out the smelling salt bottle and sniffed it to relieve her difficulty in breathing. At the ball, there is no noble lady with a thinner waist than hers.

A slender waist paired with a wide and fluffy skirt is a combination that can most attract the attention of men. Rodal is very aware of this, and she believes that His Excellency Duke Ulysses will also be attracted by her.

Taking the opportunity of talking with the guests, she approached the stairs naturally and slowly, and she wanted to fight to become Duke Ulysses' opening dance partner.

There is nothing that can impress a gentleman more than a beautiful girl accidentally falling in his arms. Rodal has rehearsed countless times at home. The timing of the fall, the posture, and even the proper posture when falling She has rehearsed the expression countless times.

She will definitely succeed.

The ball was getting closer and closer to the start of the ball, and Rodal was already standing at the position she had chosen. While talking to people with a smile, she looked at the curved staircase without a trace.

Just 5 minutes before the ball started, the protagonist of the ball finally showed his true colors.

Duke Ulysses stood at the top of the curved staircase, looking down at his guests.

His appearance made the whole audience fall into silence. Rodar held the handle of the fan tightly, and his eyes were shining brightly: how beautiful he is!

His long light-colored blonde hair was tied neatly behind his head, revealing his full forehead, and his face, which seemed to have been kissed by an angel, was completely exposed. Unlike the pale and frail one before, now he looks extremely healthy. Her complexion is still white, but not without blood, her cheeks are slightly bright red, and her blue eyes seem to be shining.

It seems that the rumors are true, His Excellency the Duke has really recovered!

He walked downstairs slowly, every step he took was so graceful and graceful, Rodal's heart was pounding, she must seize this opportunity, she must seize this opportunity!

At this moment, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and a servant shouted loudly: "Miss Elliot Darthwick is here!"

Almost most of the guests' attention was attracted: Miss Darthwick is the only daughter of Duke Darthwick, she can inherit the title and property of Duke Darthwick, and is a very valuable heiress, no doubt I know how many down-and-out nobles want to win her favor, but it's a pity that she believes in God devoutly, and spends most of her time at home cleaning up, rarely going out to participate in the entertainment and communication among nobles.

But this time, she appeared at the ball of Duke Ulysses. Although she was late, she still arrived before the ball started.

"Did you postpone the dance for half an hour just to wait for her?"

Rodal stared at Miss Darthwick closely, not letting go of any details. Miss Darthwick was thin and tall, but she didn't look tall. She was wearing the most fashionable white dress, and the elegant style was perfect. It sets off her figure and conceals the impact of her too tall figure.

What made Rodal completely unbearable was that her waist was actually thinner than his own!

This princess, who has always advertised herself as a pious believer, has no shortage of expensive accessories on her ears and neck. Let people ignore her slightly ordinary appearance.

ha!A celestial girl living in the world!An angel in gold and silver!A hypocritical saint!

Rodal thought with envy, one accessory on the other party was more valuable than all her outfits combined, is this the so-called piety?

Where is your simplicity?Hypocritical woman!

Rodar turned her head and stopped looking at her, and cast her eyes on Celeste again, but what made her angry was that even Celeste's eyes were focused on Elliott Darthwick!

As if she didn't notice the gazes of the people around her, Darth Vaco walked slowly towards Celeste, and finally stopped right in front of the stairs.

Rodal stood beside her, almost two heads shorter than her.

No wonder she dared not come out and move around.Rodal thought to himself: Even if it is a princess, what about the heiress?He looks so tall and rough, so he has to stay at home every day.

"Dear Your Excellency the Duke."

Miss Darthwick's voice was also very clear:

"I'm very sorry, please allow me to be late."

The author has something to say: I have entered V, I hope little angels will support me a lot!

Yesterday was Christmas Eve, today is Christmas, I wish you all a Merry Christmas!

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Haishi San;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yuki, 1 next story;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Albero;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!