A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 30: May I Have This Dance, My Lady?

Chapter 30: May I Have This Dance, My Lady?

Both Olive and Loui turned their heads to their sides to glimpse a female figure standing with her arms akimbo.

Her long, flowing hair cascaded down to her bum in black waves, a lustrous auburn that caught the light with every movement.

Her sharp features were softened by her delicate bone structure, and the suit she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her toned physique. She was a sight to behold.

"Hmph!" Olive scoffed and looked away from her.

The young lady, Lucien, balled her fists with annoyance. "YOU POKER FACE!!"

Her eye twitched uncontrollably, and her jaw tightly clenched.

"Now, now, Lucien, let’s calm down." Loui walked over to her. "Olive has a problem with werewolves, which is why he hasn’t accepted you yet. But! It does not mean he hates you."

"I don’t care!" Lucien was rather dissatisfied.

Loui’s smile fell, and his face darkened.

"Well, you two can continue behaving like kids. It’s time already! We need to go in now."

Without hesitation, Olive leaped off the rooftop and began to plummet toward the ground below. Just as he reached the second floor, he unfurled his pair of wings, catching the air and slowing his descent.

As he approached the pavement, he pulled up sharply and his wings flared, bringing him to a hovering stop just a few feet from the ground. With elegance, he put his feet on the ground and retracted his wings.

Then he began to walk towards the grand hall.

Lucien, who was watching from the rooftop, derided with disdain in her eyes.

"Urgh!"

Loui cackled in amusement and gently wrapped his arms around her waist. "Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," Lucien replied with a nod.

Loui’s eyes scanned the area, and he rose into the air with a single powerful beat of his black wings.

"Hold tight," he said to Lucien, who reacted by tightly wrapping her arms around him.

With a grace that made their flight mesmerizing to watch, they soared through the air and landed perfectly at the grand entrance of the hall.

"We still made it before you." Loui chuckled at Olive, who had just arrived at the entrance.

Olive, who couldn’t care less, walked past them to proceed into the hall.

Lucien and Loui quickly followed, and they carefully mixed themselves with the crowd of guests making their way into the hall. To avoid exposing themselves, Draven suggested they do this as soon as they arrived.

The grand foyer came into view, and as they walked to the left corner of the hall to sit down, they made quick eye contact with Draven.

"Welcome, everyone." Old Master Lenort stood up from his seat. "I am pleased to have you all here."

"Before we get to the most important part of this ceremony, I would like you all to enjoy yourself first. As always, the dance would come first," he announced.

Rounds of applause resounded from nearly everyone, and the smile on Old Master Lenort’s face stretched even wider.

"May the dance begin!" he declared and sat back on the chair.

All eyes instantly shifted to Avelina, and Avelina blinked her lashes in confusion.

"You can’t say no to any of them," Aurora whispered to her, able to glimpse her perplexity.

Avelina swallowed hard at this information and turned her head to look at Draven, but he wasn’t looking at her.

Among the audience, a tall-looking vampire with short blonde hair took the first initiative. He stepped out of his seat and walked over to stand before the high platform.

"May I have this dance, my la—"

His words were, however, interrupted when the arrival of a late figure was announced.

The guests, including the royal family, looked at the double door as it opened. A young man clad in a fine suit tailored to perfection walked in, his presence exuding power.

This man was none other than Edward, the young master of the Moriarty household. His attire, as usual, was of high class and expensive.

He lifted his gaze and his probing blue eyes fell on Avelina, who sat at the far end of the hall.

His lips curled into a smirk.

With his arms behind his back, he began to match to the high platform, and politely, he bowed respectfully the second he arrived.

"Welcome, Edward." Old Master Lenort acknowledged him. Edward’s father was an acquaintance of his.

"Thank you, My Lord."

Edward straightened up and smiled, undoubtedly sure that Draven would have his eyes on him. But his smile faded when he glimpsed the opposite of his expectation.

Draven’s eyes were focused somewhere else, as though he didn’t exist in his world.

Edward tightened his fist and glanced at Avelina. He smiled and extended his hand.

"May I have this dance, my lady?"

Only then did Draven turn his head. His eyebrows lowered and moved closer, forming a crease above his nose. His forehead wrinkled, and his eyes narrowed into a thin line. He was suddenly...annoyed.

Avelina, on the other hand, sighed inwardly and reluctantly stood up from the chair. She walked down the few stairs and hesitantly took Edward’s hand.

Before Edward pulled her onto the dance floor, she couldn’t help but glimpse the look on Draven’s face.

"Start the music!" Old Master Lenort ordered.

The music had a flow and graceful quality that were perfect for the dancers’ elegant movements.

Edward wrapped his right arm around her slender waist. He interlocked his fingers with hers, and Avelina rested her left arm on his shoulder.

"Don’t worry about the moves. I will guide you." He smiled at her.

Avelina didn’t return the smile but lowered her head the second he began to dance with her.

Draven watched with the audience, and his expression darkened with every passing moment. He rapidly tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, and unable to withstand the irritation he was feeling, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

This Edward of a man had got on his nerves every single time he met him. There was just something about him that tended to annoy the living hell out of him. It was the same at the auction, and he still hadn’t figured out what the issue was.

He doesn’t care if Avelina danced with anyone else, but with Edward...it was triggering something he couldn’t comprehend.

"You look gorgeous," Edward said, his admiring eyes fixed on Avelina.

Avelina batted her lashes and awkwardly smiled at him. "Thank you..."

"How is it living with him? Have they made any moves on you? To hurt you or anything of that sort?" Edward asked.

Avelina finally looked at him. She remembered him from the auction as the one who competed with Draven.

She frowned and thought inwardly. What is his problem? Why is he so curious?

"No, they have not." She shook her head.

Edward smiled, secretly a bit surprised. He couldn’t help but wonder what the royal family was up to.

"May I ask what your name is?" he whispered, his voice low.