Prince Daniel Aethelmont flinched when he found Ezra and Vera looking at him.
Their plain black eyes met his almost by accident.
Neither seemed to have any particular reaction to his outburst.
They simply stared at him, their expressions as calm as before.
Daniel had not even realized that he had moved until he noticed the sudden change in his surroundings.
The Grand Royal Hall had gone quiet.
Several guests were still whispering, but most had turned their attention towards him.
The Dukes, Duchesses, Counts, Countesses, Viscounts, Viscountesses, and other high-ranking Nobles stood on the dance floor, ready for the Last Dance Core.
The wealthy Non-Nobles among them had also stopped to watch.
Their gazes moved between the Second Prince and the two young Ashenlockes.
Daniel felt those looks on him.
He had expected Ezra to respond to his challenge.
After all, he had publicly declared that he would not allow another man to take Vera's hand for the Last Dance Core.
