You felt void, barren of any shred of expression.

You knew Cyno loved you, and cared about you more than anything in this godforsaken world.

But he was a prince, and you were simply just a ballroom dancer.

Even now, with Cyno’s hands on your waist as he slowly swayed you to a gentle melody, you no longer felt the spark. For your beloved prince was arranged to somebody else.

His sorrowful, guilty gaze changed nothing.