Chapter 153: Whispers Beneath the Chandelier
Mira shot him a glance, her cheeks flushing hard. If he wanted to tease her, then she would tease him right back. Her voice, though quiet, carried a firm edge. "And yet, you keep saying even naughtier things, Your Majesty," she replied, her tone laced with mock admonishment.
Zamian arched an eyebrow in amusement, spinning her effortlessly as the music swirled around them. The chandeliers overhead glittered, their golden light cascading over the ballroom, casting the couple in a warm glow. They swayed together in perfect harmony, their movements almost hypnotic, before Mira spoke again, her voice softer this time. "Who knows if little Zamian could hear your... improper remarks?"
His lips curled into a confident smirk, his response immediate and smooth. "Of course not. I’m always very careful."
Mira raised an eyebrow, rolling her eyes at his words. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "Oh, yes. Extra careful, indeed."
Zamian’s chuckle deepened, rich and velvety, his tone playfully challenging. "Very, very careful. But don’t worry. I only need to be cautious when she’s around." He paused, his gaze softening as a rare gentleness seeped into his expression. "When she’s with us, I’ll always be careful."
His next words carried a mischievous edge, his teasing tone returning with full force. "But when we’re alone, like right now... what’s the need to hold back? I can be as free as I like." He punctuated his statement with a playful wink, his eyes gleaming.
Mira’s gaze shifted quickly, her cheeks flaming pink once more as she tried to compose herself. Zamian’s laughter followed, deep and teasing, as he savored the effect his words had on her.
Even though she hadn’t said anything remotely naughty, Mira realized that Zamian was deliberately trying to fluster her. His smirk, the glint in his eyes—it was all too obvious. But she wasn’t about to let him win this time. If he thought she would shy away, he had another thing coming.
Tilting her head slightly, her hazel eyes gleamed with a newfound determination as she spoke, her voice soft yet laced with mischief. "Oh? Free as you like, you say? Well, Your Majesty, I seem to recall that the last time you tried to be too free, you stumbled. Quite ungracefully, might I add."