“if you kept your eyes on the dance floor and your nose out of your glass, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” the mortal girl snapped, her hand in his and her other hand upon his shoulder. high king eldred thought it would be magnificent for the two to dance.

“my eyes were on the dance floor. they were on you dancing with locke, why else do you think i’ve been drinking?” the cruel prince snarled as he twirled her, his hand coming to rest on her waist again.