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“We’ve done this every year, but why am I still nervous?” She murmured, pressing a hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

“Nervous? Really?” a teasing voice echoed. Two mismatched eyes glimmered in the dark, and though they might seem unsettling to others, to her, they felt like home.

“A little,” she admitted softly.

A figure stepped into the moonlight, revealing the Prince Dyrroth’s familiar smirk. “Here,” he said, bowing slightly and extending his hand. “Take this. It might help.”

She hesitated, then stepped forward, placing her hand in his. “And if it doesn’t?”

“You doubt the Prince of the Abyss, who has own-- i mean, known you for years? I know how to make you feel good and what not,” he teased, letting out a low chuckle. “Just trust me. Breathe. You’ve got this.” His other hand gently guided her closer.

The music began, and they moved together, her initial tension melting away with every step. She closed her eyes, letting him lead, until the rhythm carried her completely. When she opened them, He was watching her with that same smirk, his gaze warm and unwavering.

As the final note faded, She broke the silence. “What if next year.. we invite others to join us?”

He chuckled, pulling her closer. “I don’t mind. I do think it's time to show off our dancing skill to others. I bet they'll get jealous~”