Belle, who had been sitting with Rav and Evenly, with Angel nestled silently in Rav's arms and peering at the crowded space with alarmed eyes, had already received more dance requests than she could count, more than she had ever received in her entire life, in the past hour since they had stepped into the ballroom after paying their respects to the king, who was sitting on the balcony, and whose eyes she occasionally felt on her from across the space.
Not just the king, but many of the officials had also been keeping their eyes fixed on her, though she paid no heed to them. How could she even pay heed to anything when arrogant men in the hall wouldn't give her a single moment to think with their endless requests for a dance?
