Meeting the King

The surrounding lights suddenly dimmed as they stood, and Prince Dreksil arrived.

Why do you have that suspicious look on your face?" Dax noted the prince's glare, which shifted between him and Izabella.

"Why is your arm resting on Izabella's back?"

Dax chuckled, looked at her briefly, then back at him. "I was merely demonstrating the hall dance for Iza. You know she should know our practice..."

Izabella began to feel better and eventually stopped resting on Dax's chest of her own will.

She swore at the prince, "We're not doing anything, so quit with your jealousy."

"Jealousy? Huh?" The Royal prince scowled. "Is it possible I'm envious of him?

Dax shook his head, listening to the pair, "Your Highness, you have no reason to be jealous. You should know that she's my sister."

"What did you say?" Stunned, Izabella questioned him.

"Oh! Sorry about that. When I stated you were like a sister to me, I messed up," he laughed. "I'm sure Prince Drexil would approve."

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