The soft melody drifted across the hall, like a breeze weaving through silk. Cael gently took Helya's hand, leading her into the center of the dance floor. The guests had instinctively stepped aside, leaving space for the engaged couple.
Her hand was slightly cold, the tension barely noticeable. But the moment her foot touched the floor, she moved in perfect rhythm with him.
Cael's movements were precise and graceful, each turn guiding her effortlessly. He smiled faintly and said, "You dance better than I expected."
Helya didn't answer right away. Her lips curved slightly, confident as ever, but she was keenly aware of how close they were. Every time he drew near, she had to remind herself: Stay calm. Stay composed. Never let your mask slip.
"This song," Cael said suddenly, voice low and almost nostalgic, "My mother danced to it at her own engagement party."
Helya blinked. "So you've always known this melody symbolizes commitment?"
He didn't reply—just smiled and turned with her again. Her gown spun like a blooming flower with every step.
As the music faded, they stepped out of the spotlight. Cael leaned toward her and said quietly, "Come with me."
He led her through a long corridor, up a winding spiral staircase that ended at the rooftop terrace. The wind was stronger here, the night sky clear and endless. Stars shimmered above them, while the distant city lights flickered like reflections on glass.
"This was my favorite place when I was young," Cael said, leaning against the railing. "Whenever I felt like I couldn't breathe—too many orders, too many eyes—I'd come here. No one could follow. No one expected anything."
Helya stood beside him, fingertips brushing the railing. The wind tugged at her hair, but she let it fall across her face. Her eyes stared out into the horizon.
"You brought me here to help me relax?" she asked softly.
Cael turned slightly toward her, and for a brief moment, his gaze carried something gentler than she expected. "I know it hasn't been easy. Becoming a 'heir,' stepping into this unfamiliar world… But you've done well. Really."
Helya looked down, saying nothing. The truth pressed at her chest—how little he actually knew about the world she truly belonged to.
And yet… in this moment, high above the world, wrapped in starlight and wind, he gave her space to breathe.
"Thank you, Cael."
Her voice was soft, almost swept away by the breeze. But it was real.