Chapter Eighteen: A Dragon Where?!

The nobles' breath caught as they watched Two princess embrace, the deadly duel of a dance between two monsters had turned what seemed rose-tinted to the onlookers, but as with most things the public perception was skewed.

Akatsuki was holy unaware of the murmurs circling as he looked up into the woman's eyes, it was not affection or some rose-tinted scene that kept their eyes locked, no Akatsuki saw calculations travel across the princess' face. If he had to guess she was probably wondering how much trouble it would be to kill him where he stood. 'Hell he'd put money on it' he felt a devilish smile coming to his face.

"Kill me or kiss me, if neither suit your fancy could you let go? it's getting a bit awkward." The princess's eyes narrowed a bit of contempt crossing her face as if she was looking at a particularly annoying pest. She let go of Akatsuki just barely giving him enough time to catch himself. And as he took two steps back, The two curtsied and Akatsuki stifled a laugh as he saw the tips of pale ears turn a pinkish-red as her head dipped. 'Stare down an opponent only to blush at the thought of rumors.' The princess found the floor rather interesting as she walked across the floor towards her brother. The words of nobles coming as whispers laced with a pink tint, not unlike her own ears.

Looking around at the murmuring crowd Akatsuki knew that he was in for a far more delicate night than he had planned for. He had essentially proclaimed his own royalty and the nobles here tonight would take it as acceptance to his grandmother's offer, someone he was not even suppose to know about. His mother would surely scold him. But he had made his decision, it was rash and the old Akatsuki would have never made it. However as he watched the princess pointedly avoid his eyed contact he couldn't help but smile riley.

He was no longer an past spy who had to watch his ever word, nor was he the executive of a company who held the jobs for thousands of people. He was a young girl who had no real responsibility, it was about time he got to act like one. He sighed heading towards a group he had yet to meet. He exchanged pleasantries and the flow of the night began as tension all but faded from the young heir's shoulders.

The rest of the night went without incident as nobles from the various house came to talk, gossip, or blatantly size up Akatsuki. It went on like this for hours meeting and talking with various people avoiding potential pitfalls in conversation, and by the rising of the sun the next morning, and despite his best efforts to have a simple and peaceful life, A single phrase graced the lips nobleman and commoner alike as they spoke of the ceremony.

"Have you heard? A young Dragoness was born last night!"