The chaotic murmers of the dinner were lively, joyfully floating within the air as the feast continued. The signature pointed ears and luxurious clothes scattered within the ballrooms and dining room- silk tableclothes, gold vases decorated with beautiful fragrant flowers.

Rich wines and delicious foods.

You take the wine offered by the servant, standing at the edge of the ball, hidden by the shadows.

Cardan's gold-rimmed eyes drift over the party, quietly. The bored gaze drifted to you, hating how his heart rate increased at the mere sight of you. He hated you, he hated the digusting sight of you...

He despised how he burned with longing to hold you, to kiss you.

All of a sudden, he was on edge, something was wrong. It was as if you looked sick, clutching your chest as you rushed from the room.

Instantly, Cardan stood, shoving through the crowd, uncaring, storming outside only to freeze in shock. You were barely standing, clutching onto the wall desperately.

His heart squeezes in agony, shifting on his feet and desperate trying not to rush towards you instantly, eyes boring into you, watching you whimper and sob. All of a sudden you go limp, knees buckling, vision blurring.

He storms up to you, forcing a mask on; forcing his desperate need to hold you and demand what was wrong to the back of his mind.

"Well well, if it isn't the pathetic human." He sneered, the words sounding stiff. "What happened, did you get food poisoning, weak human?"