Do you want to join?

Do you want to join?

As Julian swayed with Issabel, he couldn't help but steal a glance at Marcus. The other young man stood slightly apart from the dance floor, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in jealousy. Julian's lips curled into a smug grin at the sight.

It was amusing to him how easily he could provoke such a reaction. The more he danced with Issabel, the more Marcus seemed to simmer, clearly feeling outshone.

"Having fun, Marcus?" Julian called out playfully, his tone dripping with teasing.

The challenge was clear in his voice, and he relished the chance to flaunt his charm. Issabel, caught up in the moment, laughed softly, her attention momentarily diverted to Marcus's pained expression.

Julian's heart raced, not just from the thrill of the dance but also from the excitement of stirring the pot a little. This was the kind of playful rivalry he enjoyed, and he couldn't wait to see how Marcus would react.

The Duchess of Hans watched the unfolding scene with a bemused smile, her laughter ringing out like chimes in the grand hall.

"Well, he is quite the charmer, isn't he?" she remarked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

The other duchesses nodded in agreement, exchanging knowing glances as they observed Julian's playful banter.

"Indeed," the Duchess of Norish added, leaning slightly. "It's refreshing to see such confidence in a young mage."

"He's got the attention of both ladies and gentlemen," the Duchess of Ethwer chimed in, a playful tone in her voice.

"It's a gift, really. I wonder how he'll handle the competition."

The duchesses shared a light laugh, appreciating the dynamics playing out among the younger generation. Julian, basking in the attention, only smiled wider, knowing that his charm was drawing everyone in, both allies and rivals alike.

Julian's boldness surged as he held Issabel in one hand while extending his other hand to Julia. A playful grin spread across his face as he danced with both of them, effortlessly guiding their movements in a charming display.

"What's all this about, Julian?" he interrupted, a hint of jealousy lacing his voice. "Trying to steal the spotlight again?"

Julian turned, unfazed by Marcus's sudden appearance. "Just enjoying a dance, Marcus. Care to join us?" he offered, his tone teasing.

Julia and Issabel exchanged glances, curious about Marcus's reaction. The dance floor momentarily fell silent as everyone awaited his response.

Marcus hesitated, clearly torn between his pride and the opportunity to join in the fun. The tension was thick, but Julian's grin only widened, enjoying the moment.

"Come on, Marcus. It's just a dance. Don't be a spoil sport!" Julian encouraged, extending a hand toward him with a cheeky smile. The playful atmosphere hung in the air, a perfect mix of rivalry and camaraderie, as the banquet continued to unfold around them.

Julian chuckled as he watched Marcus turn away, clearly miffed. "Well, his loss," he declared, shaking his head with amusement. "How can he think of anything else in the presence of such beautiful ladies?"

Julia and Issabel burst into laughter, their earlier tension dissipating as they reveled in the lightheartedness.

"You're right," Julia agreed, her eyes sparkling. "I'd much rather dance than eat any day!"

Issabel nodded, leaning closer to Julian with a playful grin.

"Maybe we should give him a little show, just to remind him what he's missing out on," she suggested, her voice teasing.

Julian's smile broadened as he took their hands, leading them into another spin.

"Let's show him what he's missing! Who says mages can't dance?"

With that, he danced with them both, and the laughter continued to fill the air as they danced, creating a moment that would be talked about long after the banquet was over.