Chapter (53): Confess

Wilmore turned, Luna's feet didn't even touch his due to her situation but he wasn't surprised. She was trained well while Wilmore was yet poor in dancing despite having the best trainers.

"I wanted to do but after I noticed your cousin's emotions I said no word. I was concerned if Hux hurt him to protect me."

Luna's thought ceased, the flood of rage set down in her body, she wanted to avenge but after hearing this, her heart couldn't ignore that he was right. Ryan could not take control of his turmoil.

"Your grace is a bright man! Sorry for humiliating you toward Vanessa. I am sure you heard it."

Wilmore didn't want to continue a hatred between them. He would in a few hours tonight but he wanted to hold this memory before going to the south. His life, his world was unlike hers and either of them had to be in their own shoes.

"It is fine, I hear it a lot but this time it was a bit rougher, maybe my mother is right, I need a woman beside me. But not that lady I heard them ridiculing people." His voice still was cold and senseless.

Luna smiled, so the prince wasn't that horrible, maybe cold tempered but still his soul was white. He didn't know if his words were funny but anyway that made her laugh.

"You have a beautiful smile, I wish..." Wilmore thought, as she turned and clapped her hands then, reached her hand to him and turned to his arm. She could intoxicate him with simple things.

His hands rested on her back and picked her, he was just lost in a daze, forgot the people around them.

"Do you love your cousin?" He asked as their pace ceased and his mouth reached her ears.

Luna stiffened, why did she forget all about the world as soon as she heard he apologized, as soon as he confessed before she could start reprimanding him.

"I do, since childhood and now I do more but he doesn't know."

She confessed, feeling discomfort and distress. While Ryan and her sister were playing with their life how could she spend the night in pleasure with a stranger?

She slowed down her pace and Wilmore noticed it. He led her out of the dance floor, they already had stolen the attentions. Wilmore felt something heavy in his chest that only the cold air could push down.

"Lady Lisa, here is your daughter! I hope you keep her safe from bastards!" Wilmore placed Luna's hand in hers and left.

Lisa realized who he meant. She smiled, maybe he wasn't a bad person as she had noticed, even Miguel respected him too much despite the blood that was running through his body.

"How was it, darling?"

Luna blushed, it was perfect! The feeling that this cold-hearted creature injected her was extremely different, something new, something loveable, desirable.

"Not bad, he is a good dancer and saved me from Maxwell."

"Where did he go?" Barbara asked, pointing to his cloak.

"He will come back for this, the kid is interesting! I think his heart is unlike what he does, indeed."

What she said sent a chill down Luna's back. She judged him fast without paying attention to how hard his job was. If the witch wasn't a hazardous menace then he wouldn't bother to play with his life, not did ride in the sleet to capture her. But why would the court send the crown prince after death? Did they want to let him die?

"Wow, Luna! Who was that gorgeous man?"

Vanessa asked approaching them, a glass of wine was in her hand, she was jealous of Luna and forgot to control the number of toasts she sipped up. Her face looked like a flushed witch.

The man that you were dreaming of, Luna thought.

"Oh, he was a knight from Bolingtone who is familiar with my uncle."

Lisa didn't answer her, left these people to Luna. Yet, they could not accept her as a Royal only because she was from a regular villager and a farmer family.

Wilmore heaved to the third floor and went to the roof, there he slammed the door and bent on his stomach, his hand pinched his chest. What did happen to him? What the hell was he doing here? Why did he come to Greenwood? Was it because of the witch? No, it wasn't. He lied to everyone, to himself! That Book dragged him here, since he heard that butler's words he could not resist it.

He steadied himself and puffed out the heavy air out of his lungs. Gazing up at the sky, he saw the cloud. His eyes sharpened, the breeze was getting brutal.

He turned on his heels to get back to the hall, The Lord could not come back to Riva tonight and perhaps Natasha's journey would take a while.

Inside the hall, the Reynolds siblings were standing beside each other. Their presence and drunk figures were making Luna nervous. She wasn't accustomed to such moments.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Wished Maxwell.

"Thank you for the interest but I am already exhausted."

Luna replied, squeezing Lisa's hand.

"Why did you accept that murderer then? Maybe that's your family's true face."

He continued, pleading for a brawl.

Lisa couldn't withdraw this rudeness, she scowled, "please be careful about your language Mr. Reynolds."

"Ohhh, you are not in a position to say that!" Vanessa chimed in, supporting her brother.

"I think mayor Reynolds had been busy so he didn't spend time to teach you manners."

Wilmore emerged from nowhere, taking his cloak from Margaret, he wore.

Maxwell who was holding his toast approached him, raising his hands up, "look who we have here! A murderer!" he barked out loudly, his face reached Wilmore and disgusted him by the stink scent which was streaming out of him.

Wilmore closed his eyes and tilted his head, clenching his jaw. He was trying him and his patience already steamed.