Escape From The Tyrant

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"Yes? Guru."

Dylan whispered as if trying to get his approval. Charlize was a little surprised.

As the saying goes, once is hard, twice is easy. Dylan did not seem to take it as rude this time even though he called out his name.

'It doesn't matter if you call my name, but ...'

Many eyes can be felt. Because there's a veil on Charlize's face. It's not direct contact.

Dylan's hand, which covered his cheek, quickly slipped away. They missed the time to show it because he was so natural.

Heart rate in confusion.

"For me."

Her cheeks were hot as if they were burning.

"Will you give me the honor of dancing with the Lady?"

The possessive look Dylan had just felt. Is it for this dance request?

"Wait, this situation ..."

Charlize felt deja vu.

"I'm here to receive the first stolen dance, Master."

said Dylan, and reached out to Charlize.

First dance? Ah, he remembered.

When Dylan was Crown Prince. She wants to do her first dance with Charlize.

"I'm supposed to dance with her, but I can't."

Dylan was leaving after receiving a distress call from the emperor. At that moment, Kahu approached Charlize and asked her to dance.

'It was rude to refuse the first dance request, so I ended up dancing with Kahu.'

The first time Dylan called Charlize. That was.

Charlize suddenly noticed the attention of many people. Because a lot of eyes that poke his skin until his cheeks sore.

Among them, Kahu's gaze was also added.

Dylan's words, which he asked to just look at, caught Charlize's attention.

'At first, it was polite to have your first dance with a companion.'

It was I who first violated unwritten ethics. So it's gonna be okay?

After a fixed gaze, it naturally fixed on Dylan comfortably.

The light-reflecting black suit perfectly matched Dylan's body. In addition to showing his body shape as it is, he also has a luxurious look with elegance.

A handsome face with a tall and attractive appearance and a gentle smile. Dylan knew how to make good use of what he had from birth, and so did his appearance.

His heart is beating fast. Somehow, he felt like he was caught in a trap.

"Allah ... My lord."

Charlize grabbed Dylan's hand.

“It is an honor to be chosen as His Majesty's first dance partner.”

Charlize looked at Dylan and returned her right heel. He bowed a little.

Dylan gently pulled out Charlize. He leads well.

Dylan and Charlize stood in the middle of the dance hall. At the same time, the chatter of the nobles stopped like a lie.

Only beautiful melodies of music flow. Because it was the emperor's dance. All the nobles descend themselves.

In the middle of a silent look. Dylan slowly reached out to Charlize's veil.

He carefully lifted it as if to remove the veil. Admiration flowed from everyone on Charlize's face that was revealed.

"Oh my God…"

“I will believe it even if he is the reincarnation of an angel.”

Charlize's birth mother is often called 'The Grand Duchess of Cinderella'. Due to her outstanding appearance and unique atmosphere, she had risen from the status of honorable daughter of the Baron to Grand Duchess.

Rumors of jealousy and envious eyes always followed him.

Charlize is the most inherited princess of Venetian blood from the Grand Duchess.

Those mysterious eyes are mysterious even when you look at them and look at them. Even if it looks like dark blue eyes, if you look closer, it will get darker towards the edges of the pupil.

It glittered as if it contained the vastness and ecstasy of the universe. The unique ash blond, mixed with gold and silver, fluttered.

"I heard she has fairy blood ..."

"Isn't the rumor true?"

Some nobles remembered the Charlize sword dance.

What a beautiful figure. The elegant atmosphere that resembled a work of art was mesmerized by its luster.

The gaze that had been on the thin fence was intertwined.

Strangely it's amazing. A series of air that was pulled firmly. Charlize attracted more attention than when holding a sharp sword.

It's catchy. Charlize blazed like the sun, shining incomparable. It was really a dark night, even though it was inside the room.

Only the air flowing between Charlize and Dylan looked different from the air in the other room. Heavy air with high viscosity.

"Your earrings look good on you, Master."

Dylan's eyes reached Charlize's sapphire earrings. Charlize looked at him as if she was affirming in silence.

When the waiter recommends two accessories. Charlize eventually chose earrings that resembled the color of Dylan's eyes.

Dylan's face was full of stuffed animals.

Slowly, the song began. Dylan held Charlize's waist with his right hand, and his left hand held Charlize's.

A happy touch that touched his palm. The warm warmth tickled.

"Your hands are cold, Master."

“I hear it often.”

Charlize answered slowly.

As if wanting to melt it with warmth, Dylan's hand strength became slightly stronger.

Their dance is tango.

It's not an intense dance like a swing, but it's a dance where you have to walk carefully by sticking your chest to your chest.

A dance where you can communicate well with your partner because you have to hug him tightly.

It was a tango, also known as the 'Comb of Dance' because anyone could enjoy it. In other words, it was so interesting that it was called the last stage.

"Today, Your Majesty feels a little foreign to me."

“... In what cases are you not used to?”

“You look a little different.”

Charlize said what she felt. Previously, Kahu was very nervous while escorting Charlize.

Dylan showed no signs of trembling while dancing. It was refreshing because he was different from the two images that Charlize knew.

Dylan's gaze reached Charlize's cheek, then her earrings, and then returned to her eyes. Why does it tickle so much even though it's eye contact?

Charlize blinked her eyes.

"I don't remember teaching you how to dance, Your Majesty."

"Yes the teacher."

Move your feet according to the step. Dylan's waist is getting hot.

"How can you dance so well?"

“Yeah, is that so?”

Dylan's lips drew a soft line, maybe the compliment was fun.

“I want to dance with Master, so I practice alone.”

Dylan's voice echoed in his ears.

Is it an illusion that hot breath feels like a shackle? Heavy breathing permeates and seems to enter the heart.

Charlize accidentally closed her eyes.

The nobles who were looking from afar made eye contact with each other and whispered.

“The two dances are more like art than dance.”

"I can't believe they're so accurate when they move their legs comfortably."

They were nobles who once praised the Charlize and Kahu dances for being close. But when they saw Dylan and Charlize dancing, they inevitably admitted it.

It is a perfect beauty in itself, beyond the standards of the world.

Dylan, a charismatic emperor in front of his subordinates, softened very gently just when he saw Charlize.

Are those who have surpassed the level of master even dancing in a different way? Even with the same movement, only the two of them were elegant.

"Just…"

"Glamour."

The noble young master admires. The nobility who had seen Charlize's sword dance the other day began to boast.

“Of course, today's dance is very good, but when the grandmaster performs the sword dance with his eyes closed, it is so interesting that no one can learn it without admiring it.”

“No, this is a sword dance with eyes closed? Amazing just to hear it.”

Kahu remained silent and listened to the admiration of the nobles.

As everyone said, Dylan and Charlize in the middle shone beautifully. Like the main character of a true dance party.

Kahu's gaze slowly reached Dylan's suit cloth.

[Miss Cole told me she has a busy schedule for now.]

Madame Cole, who has been building trust through long-term transactions for over 10 years.

[So Madam said that it would be difficult to make her master's new Tuxedo suit for the party.].

The butler was very sorry when he delivered the news to Kahu.

Time is running out for the new dressing room to be set up for the dance.

He hurriedly matched the coat that would give a point to the black suit already in place.

However, whether it was due to impatience or lack of it, Kahu was not confident today.

"It must be a coincidence."

There are limits to human imagination.

It is difficult to get out of the box to make clothes that fit the trends and formalities.

However, Madame Cole is the one who fully obeys Kahu's mother, the Duchess.

'Can you betray me in an instant?'

He felt an invisible hand threat.

That's why he was so nervous from the start.

He is not nervous if he is not thirsty. Even if he doesn't go in a hurry to drink water.

I should have known, not Dylan, who was dancing with Charlize by now.

"…Well."

Kahu's idea of going deeper with him has been cut off.

At that moment, it was because Dylan and his eyes met in midair.

Maybe it was just his feelings.

Upon seeing Kahu, Dylan pulled up and hugged Charlize a little stronger. And the tail of his lips rose strangely.

Attachment to the eyes is only a moment. Before long, Dylan smiled gently, and made eye contact with Charlize.

Charlize smiled beautifully for everyone to see. It feels plain and bright.

Kahu suddenly clenched his fists.

'Grandmaster, you've been taken from me.'

The thought flashed through his mind, indecently.

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In the past, when Dylan was a child, Charlize sang when she played the piano.

He seemed to approach carefully. What a beautiful song.

Now that they were adults, they danced hand in hand with each other. Is it because it feels like progress in a relationship? A tad. Sentimental.

'Is it because it reminds me of wedding clothes?'

Charlize in a white dress and a thin veil. Dylan in a black suit.

If it's a royal wedding, you'll be wearing more luxurious clothes. It was the best combination for the image of marriage.

Soft Charlize leather. Either because she was sensitive, was Charlize too beautiful, or both.

Dylan's heart was still racing due to the touch left in his hand.

Charlize's smile remained before her eyes like a shadow. It is printed on the skin for a long time like aftertaste.

The empty hand was unfamiliar to him, so he folded and opened it repeatedly.

"His Majesty the Emperor."

When Dylan raised the wine glass, an unwanted voice called out to him.

The red wine was as red as human blood. Dylan looked ahead.

That is Kahu.

“What is my business?”

"Young Duke Delmon, Kahu, I want to speak privately with His Majesty."

“…”

"Will you answer?"

Dylan's eyes, which had sunk into boredom, were revived for a moment.

Dylan sipped some wine. The Emperor's lips immediately became as red as blood.

Dylan looked at Kahu expressionlessly. Kahu stared intently at Dylan's blue eyes, not intimidated.

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