The Duke in the Spire of Thorns

Elliott bent his knees slightly, performing an elegant and standard etiquette.

Celeste looked at her emerald green eyes, and subconsciously froze for a moment, but soon, he regained his composure, smiled with interest, and politely replied: "No need I feel sorry."

He walked down the stairs slowly, like a prince walking towards a princess.Celeste went down the stairs and stood in front of Elliott. Even though he was a full head shorter than Elliott, his expression was very calm and nothing unusual.

His Excellency the Duke showed his impeccable gentlemanly demeanor to the belated lady. He stretched his arms forward with his palms up. Elide thought he was going to dance with herself, and gently put his hands on them.Unexpectedly, Celeste tightened her five fingers, bent slightly, lowered her head, and gently branded a kiss on the back of Erid's white and dry hand.

His lips were so soft that they felt like the soft down on the wings of an angel. Elide blushed, and her delicate face became more vivid.

Rodal stood behind her and watched the scene, his fingers twisted together in jealousy, and the elegant smile on his face could hardly be maintained.

Why, why did Duke Ulysses favor such a tall and ugly woman?Or is he such a gentleman to everyone?

Rodar quickly believed in the second possibility: Duke Ulysses was born noble, and his demeanor was naturally impeccable. It must be Elide deliberately trying to get His Excellency to notice her.

She took out the smelling salt bottle and took a deep sniff, and regained her composure.

She tilted her left foot, lost her balance in an instant, and fell to one side suddenly. Her angle was very precise. If nothing happened, she could just fall into Celeste's arms. She deliberately controlled Hold back the strength and avoid a large impact: she will fall into Duke Ulysses' arms as gently and gracefully as a feather.

However, just when Rodal was full of joy and felt that the plan was about to succeed, an arm suddenly stretched across her face and supported her.She gritted her teeth, intending to lean to the side and continue to fall forward, but it was a pity that the arm was so unimaginably strong that it stopped her tightly like an iron bar.

"Please be careful."

A clear voice sounded from the top of her head, she looked up, and it was the face of Elliott that caught her eyes, Rodal hated secretly, but there was still gratitude on her face, and said softly: "Thank you Your strength is really great for saving me, this must be the Lord's reward for your devout service."

Rodar glanced at Celeste quietly, she deliberately pointed out that Elide was strong and devoutly believed in God, but Celeste didn't seem to respond.

...oh, there are still.

The face of this inexperienced duke showed a look of admiration: "Miss Elliott, you are really kind-hearted. Maybe only people like you can be rewarded by the Lord."

He looked at Ai Lide, slowly curled his lips, bent over and made an invitation gesture: "I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to be my dance partner?"

"of course."

Elliott also returned a smile, put his hands on it without hesitation, and then, the two of them walked towards the center of the dance floor as if no one else was there, with tacit footsteps and a harmonious atmosphere.

At the same time, elegant dance music sounded, and the dance officially began.

This dance song is cheerful and lively, but the two of them are in perfect harmony. Their steps are staggered and their postures are natural. Obviously one is tall and the other is short, but the dance steps are perfectly matched.

But to others, that's not the case at all:

Their beautiful Wangcheng Rose was actually bewitched by such an unattractive woman. I don’t know how many noble ladies are jealous of Ai Lide, while imagining that the person dancing with Celeste is themselves.

The first dance ended soon, and Celeste was sweating a little. Elide wiped the thin sweat off his forehead with a handkerchief. Celeste did not refuse, but responded with a smile. They Eyes intertwined, like falling in love.

The atmosphere of the dance party became more and more lively. The guests found their favorite dance partners and slid onto the dance floor. The gorgeous hall was filled with white candles. The candlelight was reflected by the crystals, making it very bright. From time to time, there would be some clever and quiet waiters bringing Replace the dying candles with new ones.

The dance music was sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes soothing. Most of the guests danced and took a break. Only the couple in the middle of the dance floor seemed to be tireless, dancing one after another.

Celeste felt very tired, but he had no intention of stopping at all, he was panting, his eyes sparkled, and he looked extremely excited.Elliott suggested that he take a break many times, but he refused all of them. He was very tired, but he insisted on refusing to stop.

Celeste has never found the dance so interesting. In the past, he always thought that the dance was boring, and dancing was a chore, not fun at all, but now, his view of the dance has completely changed.

What a wonderful thing it is to dance!

He pulled his partner and danced non-stop, until he was covered in sweat and refused to stop.He was so happy, concentrated and focused on the rhythm of the dance music, the cheerful dance music, the light and graceful dance he danced, the soothing dance music, the calm and calm dance he danced, slowly, as time went by, the people on the dance floor Fewer and fewer.

The guests can already leave, but even those who left the dance floor early are not willing to leave. They are watching the pair of dancers in the middle of the dance floor, especially the protagonist of this ball, he dances so innocently Warm and pleasing to the eye.

And his partner is not so good, although Miss Elliott's dance steps are also impeccable, but her too tall figure and ordinary face make her look particularly incompatible with her partner, it is almost too stiff Putting elves and beasts together, although this metaphor may be a bit harsh, most people think so in their hearts.

They whispered and worried, and although it was unbelievable, it seemed that Duke Ulysses had fallen in love with his dancing partner, the reclusive, tall and not at all womanly princess. .

"As far as family status is concerned." A male guest said while holding a wine glass: "The two of them are very well matched. Although Miss Darthwick's appearance is a bit unsatisfactory, but..."

He smiled ambiguously: "Our Lord Duke is still young, you know, generally speaking, young men are always very easy to be attracted to older ladies."

"I don't think they'll last long."

A noble lady joined the conversation, shaking a feather fan: "Don't forget, Princess Nali has a bad temper."

Most people are pessimistic about the relationship between Celeste and Elliott, but anyway, they don't seem to be a good match.

The protagonist under discussion has no worries at all. Celeste danced till midnight. His back was completely soaked, and his cheeks were flushed. It made one couldn’t help but want to take a bite. Erid's lips brushed Celeste's cheek lightly, and she apologized hastily, but Celeste didn't care.

The sharp-eyed noble ladies noticed this scene and almost tore their handkerchiefs with hatred.

In any case, the ball finally came to a successful conclusion. Celeste said goodbye to the guests politely. He was personable and treated all the guests equally. Subtle and showing impatience.However, his attitude towards Elliott Darthwick was extraordinarily gracious, and he even sent him to the carriage himself and watched him leave.

"The least compatible couple of us is born."

A certain noble lady looked at Celeste's back and said sourly, "Darthwick is just lucky, but no one's luck is always good."

The guests left, and Celeste gradually recovered from the state of excitement. After the mood calmed down, exhaustion flooded in like a tidal wave, easily drowning the pampered Duke.

Now he felt that even just lifting a finger was terribly tired, so he sat down on the chair beside him weakly.

"Escrit."

He called out, and the knight commander came out from the corner, half kneeling in front of Celeste, "You should be very tired now."

There was some reproach in his voice: "You shouldn't have danced the whole night."

Hillest was so tired that she didn't want to speak, she just fluttered her long eyelashes and ordered weakly, "I want to take a bath."

"As ordered."

Escrito lowered his head, and gently placed a kiss on the back of Celeste's hand. His kiss was very light, and his handsome face was full of tenderness and obedience.Seeing his appearance, Celeste felt annoyed for no reason. He withdrew his hand and said coldly, "Don't do unnecessary things."

"Don't do this." After he reacted, he felt that this was wrong, and he felt a little guilty, so he concealed it and said, "I'm very tired, and now I really want to take a rest."

Escrito's eyes darkened, he stood up with his expression unchanged, and gently hugged his master. His movements were very steady, and after a while, Celeste was fainting in his arms. to sleep.

He walked up with Celeste in his arms. On the way, he met Mrs. Bradley, who was worried. She didn't like to attend such occasions, but she was worried about her children, so she kept watching the ball from above, and she knew that Shirley Ster danced all night, happy and distressed.

"He fell asleep?"

Mrs. Bradley asked softly, not wanting to disturb her son's sleep. Escrito was about to answer when Celeste opened his eyes, "Mother, I'm not asleep yet."

"Go to sleep." Mrs. Bradley kissed Celeste's forehead: "My dear, good night."

"Good night."

Celeste muttered, and then said to Escrito: "Escrito, go faster."

The knight commander hugged Celeste, unable to salute, smiled apologetically at Mrs. Bradley, and left without looking back.

Mrs. Bradley was still standing there, her beautiful slender eyebrows slightly frowned:

She remembered clearly that the knight commander's name was Eswell Naz, why did Celeste call him Escrit?

The author has something to say: Celeste: ... I feel like I'm a little tired

Escrit: No, you didn't!