After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 159

I could hear the laughter and chatter of people around and during all this time, Queen Luna kept looking at me.

Her gaze clung to me like a shadow, cool and calculating, even as she appeared to engage effortlessly with the nobles around her.

I shifted my attention across the room, as I was determined to distract myself. My eyes landed on a figure near the far end of the hall.

There was a woman whose face sparked a flicker of recognition in my mind. She looked familiar, but her name danced just out of reach, teasing my memory.

"Do you know her?" Faye whispered, following my gaze.

"I think so," I replied slowly, narrowing my eyes. "But I can’t remember where I’ve seen her before."

Faye looked worried. "If the Queen asks you about her, do you know what to say?"

Before I could answer, Queen Luna’s calm voice came out. "Lady Faye," she began, her tone as soft as silk but with an undercurrent of authority. "You seem eager to speak. Tell me, did you know Grace at the time of her past actions?"

Faye stiffened beside me, her hands trembling slightly. "Your Majesty," she said hesitantly, "I didn’t know Grace back then. I… I cannot defend her actions."

Her words felt heavy and serious, like a thick fog that made it hard to feel okay. Faye looked at me with an apologetic expression, but I shook my head gently, offering her a reassuring look. My eyes locked with hers, silently saying, It’s okay. Don’t worry.

I took a deep breath, ready to address the Queen myself, when a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. Carlos.

He looked nothing like the academic prince I’d grown accustomed to. Gone were the simple tunics and scholarly aura.

Tonight, he was regal, dressed in royal finery that made heads turn and whispers ripple through the hall.

Carlos bowed slightly to Queen Luna, his voice steady and confident. "Your Majesty, if I may speak on this matter?"

The Queen gave him a nod. Carlos turned toward me, his gaze firm yet warm. "I’ve known Grace for some time now. I can vouch for her character and her actions."

Gasps echoed around the room, and I felt my heart jump into my throat.

"And how can you be so certain, Prince Carlos?" Queen Luna asked, her tone still gentle but with a slight edge.

"I observed her carefully during that time," Carlos replied, his words measured. "I knew her decisions and her behavior intimately. Grace has always acted with honor, even when others doubted her."

The room fell silent. Every eye was on us.I froze, Carlos? Dance? With me? The crowd erupted in murmurs.

"Did he just ask her to dance?" someone whispered.

"Prince Carlos has never asked anyone to dance before!" another added, incredulous.

"Not even Miss Odette!"

I hesitated, glancing at Faye, who gave me a small nod of encouragement.

Carlos reached out his hand, waiting patiently for me to take it. When I finally did, the music started, and he gently led me to the middle of the floor.

We began to dance a waltz, moving together in perfect rhythm. With each step, we twirled around the floor, our feet moving smoothly as if we’d danced like this before, lost in the music.

My heart was beating fast, a mix of excitement and nerves. His touch felt comforting, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

The music seemed to take over, and for that moment, I wasn’t thinking about anything else. I was just dancing with him, enjoying every second.