Raised From The Wild-Chapter 85: The Dance

Amaya started her dance. She swayed her hips to the left and then to the right, made a twirl, and stopped in front of Prince Donello. He was her cousin after all so he was given the honor of the first rose.

Donello brought her to the center of the circle. They made a few dance moves before Donello escorted her to the next rose bearer.

The young man who was tasked to give her the second rose was the young prince from their neighboring country, Albania. He was an excellent dancer and a smooth talker.

"Should I have known earlier that there is such a beautiful princess in Lireya, I should have accepted the offer to study here." Prince Argo smiled playfully and gave her a wink.

"Well, no one is stopping you from coming over to study here," Amaya said casually.

Prince Argo chuckled. He became serious as he gazed into her eyes. He noticed that in certain angles, her eyes turned amber and sometimes golden.

"You have beautiful eyes. You are truly a Princess of Lireya. You have the eyes of the Rocas."

"Thank you. I didn’t know that you are that observant."

Amaya felt that the hands on her waist tightened. She frowned.

"I think your time is up. There are still 16 people waiting in line." Amaya gave him a kind reminder. The prince reluctantly twirled her around and landed her in front of the third rose bearer. He was his elder brother.

Amaya danced gracefully. Her dance moves were different for every male, hence the audience was not bored watching her. She was getting tired and her feet were starting to ache especially in the toe area. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was down to the last two roses.

Her current partner who was the eldest prince of Lupanya showed a keen interest in her. He was very honest when he told her that he will pursue her. Amaya did not understand what he was talking about so she just pushed it to the back of her mind.

Prince Gamaru was a gentleman and when it was time for him to let go, he gently pushed Amaya in front of the tall, bulky, and muscular prince. Amaya curtsied before him and extended her hand. The prince bowed at her, took her hand, and pressed his lips at the back of her hand. Amaya was confused as the other men did not do something like that.

"Raquim," he said as he placed his left hand on her waist and the right on her shoulder. He led her to the middle of the dance floor.

Amaya frowned but then she realized that was his name. "Prince Raquim, the first prince of Albania. It is my pleasure meeting you, My Prince."

The prince was very tall. Despite the fact that Amaya was wearing high heels, her eyes were just at the level of his chest. She looked up to find a pair of deep dark eyes looking at her intently. His orbs were like the obsidian she found in the crater of the volcano in Miraga. He was also huge. He could envelop Amaya with his hands and she would be totally hidden from others’ view.

"The color of your eyes is quite different from the others. I haven’t seen such deep dark eyes."

The corner of Prince Raquim’s lips curled up slightly. "Are you normally this honest to men you met for the first time?"

Amaya’s brows furrowed. She did not understand what he meant.

"But come to think of it, this is not the first time I met you. We met when you were just two years old, a few days before the plane crash."

"Uh, really? I don’t remember." Amaya smiled. "Of course, I wouldn’t remember. I was just a baby then. I can’t even remember my Mommy’s face."

Prince Raquim was dazed when Amaya smiled. He missed a step. It was only a momentary loss of composure. He was back to his old serious self.

"You looked tired. I guess I have to pass you to your last rose." Raquim said regretfully.

Amaya was finally standing in front of Marx. She smiled at him and extended her hand.

"You are very beautiful tonight Aya. You dazzled everyone. No one is more beautiful than you." Marx whispered close to her ear as he waltzed with her to the middle of the dance floor. "You gained a lot of admirers tonight and I am jealous." Marx pulled her closer to him as they continued to dance.

"What do you mean you are jealous?" Amaya blinked her eyes innocently.

Marx did not answer her. How can he explain the way those princes looked at her while they were dancing?

"Marx, my feet really hurt. How about I take them off and just go without shoes? Anyway nobody would notice."

"Did you not use the shoes I gave you? That one should be comfortable."

Amaya lowered her gaze. "No. The stylist said I should wear the other shoes because it matches my gown."

Marx pursed his lips. Now he understood why Aryana would sometimes frown when she twirls around.

"I’ll look for your maid later and ask her to get your shoes." Marx looked at her with concern in his eyes. "Can you bear with it? You still need to blow out your candles before you can change into a new set of clothes? Nevertheless, after our dance, I will ask Lilia to get the shoes so you can change into them."

"Thank you, Marx. You are the best! By the way, the dress and necklace are so beautiful. I look different when I wear them."

Marx held Amaya’s hand, then he pushed her body away from him and pulled her back. He then let Amaya do a triple twirl. The music ended and the two of them bowed to the audience.

Amaya was panting. She was tired but happy at the same time. Marx escorted her back to the stage so she can sit on the couch. He then looked for Lilia and asked to get the shoes that he prepared for Amaya.

Marx decided to get some fresh air in the garden. He would still be able to hear the 18 ladies give their wishes and treasures for Amaya. He hated this kind of event and had never attended one.

But of course, never in his life would he miss Amaya’s coming-of-age ceremony.