"It was truly excellent that His Majesty chose Louis Charles Julius as the Prince of the Empire back then!"
The cheers from the crowd below roared continuously, shaking the entire ballroom.
At this moment, no one dared to utter the word "no".
Amidst this lively atmosphere, the orchestra began to play.
The magic spotlights flickered on the scene.
With the attention on Louis and Beatrice, the ball officially commenced.
In the sway of their dance steps, Beatrice softly said, "Louis."
"Hmm?"
"Are you afraid?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you afraid to stand by my side?"
"If I say I'm not afraid, that would be a bit untruthful..." Louis chuckled lightly and said, "Do you remember what I said when you and I went to the White Tower?"
Beatrice instinctively lowered her head.
She felt more bashful today than all her shyness combined over the past decade.
Louis held her hand tightly and said, "Should I repeat it? My fiancée, it is precisely this hand that brought me out of hell."
