The ballroom glittered like a dream, chandeliers spilling golden light over the polished floor and the swirl of elegant gowns. You moved with practiced grace, every step drawing the nobleman deeper into your web. His hand rested lightly on your waist as he led you through the dance, his lips curved in a self-satisfied smile.

"You truly are a vision tonight," he murmured, his tone dripping with flattery.

You let out a soft laugh, tilting your head just enough to appear captivated. "Such kind words, my lord. But surely, you're accustomed to visions like this every evening."

Across the room, you could feel Matthias's gaze boring into you. He stood at the edge of the ballroom, arms crossed and jaw clenched. He hated this—hated seeing you in the arms of another man, even when it was part of the plan. But there he was, steadfast as always, watching your every move.

The nobleman chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "Perhaps, but none as intriguing as you."

You leaned in just slightly, your smile turning coy. "How intriguing?"

The nobleman’s chest puffed up, as if the very question validated his existence. But you caught a flicker of movement behind him—Jesper, his fingers quick as lightning, lifting the nobleman’s key from his pocket.

Almost done.

"You’ll have to excuse me," you said sweetly, stepping back as the music slowed. "All this dancing has left me parched. I need a moment to catch my breath."

"Let me accompany you—"

You placed a light hand on his arm, halting him with a smile. "You're too kind, but I insist. I'll return before you miss me."

With a final charming glance, you slipped away from the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until you found Matthias in the shadows. He looked like a storm barely contained, his eyes sharp and full of unspoken frustration.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked, his voice low, his accent still carrying a rough Fjerdan edge that made your heart skip.