Vaelith jolted—she almost stumbled, but Lugh caught her. His movements were seamless, shifting his weight as if guiding her into the next dance step.
"H-How did you know it was me?"
Lugh adopted a thoughtful expression.
"Hmm… I can smell you."
"What?!"
"Oops. I mean—I recognized your scent."
"What are you? A dog?"
But she'd already calmed down. Beneath the music, her breathing slowed as they glided past another couple.
"So why are you among the royal guards?"
Lugh asked lightly.
"Planning a mutiny, perhaps?"
She grunted before replying, her tone low and sharp.
"Mind your words."
"Why?"
He continued, unbothered, not missing a beat.
"Is it because you think others are eavesdropping? Don't worry, they can't."
Then his gaze sharpened, and his tone took on a pensive edge.
"Unless, of course... there's an elf here. After all, those guys have really, really long ears."
Vaelith's grip tightened. Beneath her veil, he could see the scowl forming—thanks to the Mawglass.
