She has the purest of heart, her silver long, silky hair glows in the moonlight, with twinkling blue eyes that captivates every soul that gazes at it.

I gaped at her, still reeling in shock. Lady Adeline, the female lead of ‘Twisted Fate’ stood in front of me. She looked exactly as the author described her. Her long silver hair flowed seamlessly around her waist cascading like a waterfall. Her big twinkling blue eyes were alluring that I finally understood why the Crown Prince fell for her. They were captivating.

She smiled warmly at me.

I didn't know what to tell her, maybe I could go like this; Hey, I am Emilia Jones, a fan whose soul surprisingly transferred into a character from my favorite novel and you are the female lead in it. Yay!!!. She will think I am a freak.

“Did I startle you?” She asked, concern clouded her eyes.

“No! You didn't!” I managed to say.

“We haven't been properly introduced. I am Lady Adeline Ashbourne, daughter of Count Ashbourne!” She said with a light curtsey.

“Lady Rosalind Everhart, daughter of. . .”

“I know who you are,” she said, cutting me off, taking me by surprise.

“You do?”

“Yes, you are Duke Everhart’s daughter!” She pointed out.

“Yes, I am!” I replied nervously, it felt so surreal talking to her.

“As I said earlier, those ladies envy you! The gown looks better on you than it will be on any of them!” She said in an approving tone.

“Thank you for that! It is the first nice thing that anyone has ever said to me since I arrived here!” I replied, feeling touched at her words.

“You are welcome!” She said,

I took a few steps back, her charisma was astounding. Even the way she spoke sounded so pure and full of humility.

The sound of a blaring horn cut through the air, calling out attention. Our gaze landed on the indomitable herald standing at the top of the stairs as he commanded the silence of the ballroom. His face was as apathetic as ever as he began to announce.

“Ladies and gentlemen! May I introduce the members of the Alderian Royal Family!” He yelled.

Looking as regal and majestic as ever, The King and Queen stepped down the stairs, smiling warmly at their guests. Behind them were two young men wearing royal suites. Their features had an almost resemblance to the King.

Their golden hair was combed and neatly trimmed with crystal blue eyes that attracted a lot of attention especially from the Noble ladies in the room. They walked towards their seat reserved on a slightly elevated stage at the far end of the room.

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“Wow, the Princes are so handsome!” I heard one lady say.

“I could stare at them all day!” Another added.

Almost half of the ladies in the room gaped at them, enthralled by their gorgeous looks.

I rolled my eyes at their remarks. They were handsome but I was not fazed by their looks.

I turned around to leave, not wanting to be a part of the ball.

“Where are you going?” Lady Adeline asked, suddenly.

“I need to get a bit of fresh air!” I replied.

“Great! May I join you?” She asked all of a sudden.

“No!” I yelled, to the surprise of everyone and Adeline. “You just stay here and enjoy your evening!” I said in a normal tone.

Adeline stared at me, confused.

“Trust me! You will not regret that decision!” I said.

She nodded slowly and didn't push her request any further.

I turned around and walked further away, making my way through the guests.

“Where is the Crown Prince?” A noble man close to me asked his companions.

It dawned on me. He didn't arrive at the same time with the rest of the Royal family. My curiosity got the best of me.

“Maybe, I can leave after a glance at the Prince!” I said, standing close to the door that led to a terrace.

The muttering of the Crown Prince’s absence elevated in the room. It soon died down and so did the soothing, calm music of the orchestra—someone stood at the top of the stairs. The aura he exuded was dark and illuminous. He gazed down at the guests like they were insects beneath him, his face filled with disdain. His aura transposed the atmosphere in the ballroom to drop a hundred degrees, casting an oppressive atmosphere over the guests. I could sense the shivers exuding from them.

As he drew closer to the guests, I let out a gasp, the novel didn't do good to his features. He looked better than the author's description of him. What those noble ladies said about the Princes felt like an understatement when it came to him. His brothers were no match for his undescribable gorgeousness. He was the one I could stare at all day.

He stood tall as he approached the guests—commanding authority with every step he took. His golden hair was messy and fell to his shoulders, some locks fell to his face—framing his chiseled features.

His crystal blue eyes mirrored oceans—drawing one into their depths of enigma and arcane. Most of the guests shivered at the sight of him, terrified of his presence. His shoulders were broad and his Royal suit fitted him perfectly. The Crown Prince's brawny features were protuberant in his attire. He was beyond handsome and the most attractive man my eyes had ever laid on all night.

He was alluring.

Our eyes met and I swallowed hard. It was so hard to tear away from his frightening gaze. I watched him approach me, making his way through the guests. He walked past Adeline. Wait! What?. That was not meant to happen. What is going on here?.

He is meant to be awestruck with her looks—falling hard for her but instead he was walking towards me_ it was more than strange.

He wore an odd smile, as he stood a few feet from me. I stared at him, too shocked to speak.

“It seems like we meet again, Lady Rosalind!” He spoke in a dark deep tone, his voice was enticing to the ear.

I blinked a few times, puzzled by his words. ‘How did he know Rosalind's name? When was our first meeting?’. I pondered hard on these questions.

“I am so sorry, Your Highness but I don't think we have met before!” I said, a bit nervous. The stares I received from everyone in the room were endearing.

He chuckled and leaned closer to me. I found myself moving backwards, surprised by his sudden closeness.

“Are you certain about that?” He asked, in a mischievous tone. His eyes rested on me.

My face went pale with shock as realization dawned on me. The familiarity of his voice with the mysterious stranger from months back shook me.

“You. . . you're the. . .” I couldn't bring myself to complete the statement.

His smile grew wider as he stared at me, probably enjoying the moment.

“It seems that you have recalled!” He said, his eyes gleamed at me.

I nodded my head slowly. The whispers in the room were palpable. The guests were probably wondering and talking about us which was far beyond what I wanted.

“Can I have your first dance, Lady Rosalind?” He asked suddenly, as the strains of a soft moderato reverberated the ballroom.