As the night carried on, music began to fill my ears as the guests started to couple up and dance with one another. I was never the romantic type, nor did I have such capabilities to dance, so whenever my school had an event, I always played sick when suddenly a mysterious shadow entered the room. At that same time, I didn't see him, but I could feel him; that's when I looked at Dracarus. He was mid-stride, his hand frozen inches from my back, his eyes locked in a permanent, icy stare toward the throne. I reached out and tapped his shoulder, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"Drac?" I whispered. No response.
