The Tyrant's Terminally-Ill Childhood Friend (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 67

The boisterous chatter filling the hall abruptly ceased. Lowell was no exception.

She had attended Tillemann Memorial Banquets before, but this was her first time at such a formal ball.

Everyone naturally sought a partner to dance with, and it fascinated her to see people pairing off and stepping forward hand in hand.

Thus, after watching the crowd with interest, she turned around.

“Will Your Majesty be dancing as well?”

“…….”

Peter was speechless. Partly because her question caught him off guard just as he was about to speak, and partly because her casual assumption that he would dance left him utterly flabbergasted. This woman was utterly inconsistent.

Sometimes she’d tempt him as if demanding his undivided attention, yet at ordinary moments like this, she’d casually pull away. Occasionally she seemed entirely his alone—but the moment he let go, she felt as if she’d vanish completely into mist. That realization thoroughly unsettled Peter.

“Are you asking because you want to dance with someone else?”

“Quite the opposite.”

Lowell did not enjoy dancing. She wasn’t slow to learn, but she’d never practiced dancing enough to become proficient—after all, dancing couldn’t be learned alone; it required harmony with another person.

For Lowell, who loathed mingling with others, it was naturally something she’d never mastered.

“I’m not a good dancer. Besides, the shoes Mabel gave me today are brand new—stepping on someone’s feet would surely hurt quite a bit.”

“Oh?”

She’d meant to say she wouldn’t dance, yet somehow Peter looked pleased.

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