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bloodline- Ariana Grande
Dance #2: Future Duke Orpheus
Orpheus smiled at her thread and Belle wanted to wipe his smile of his face. Why was he smiling? What was there to smile about? She scoffed when he had assumed that her steps would be light-they were not, she had practiced from stepping on her brother Thomas everytime he had frustrated her mind with his talking when her mother and tutors would make them practice ‘dancing’ and etiquettes. She had onced stepped on him really hard when she had caught him, staring intimately at one of the maids while they were dancing and Thomas had well reported her to Louis, their much older brother and future heir who had stopped buying books for her for a week, and told their father to do the same and restricted her from leaving the house. Though, Louis had felt bad and bought her a book or two during her ‘punishment’ time. Moreover, Belle knew that she had a lot of strength in her legs
She looked around seeing if anyone was watching and stepped on Orpheus as he gave her permission to do so, her lips curving into a little half smile at his expression. “Was that light, Lord Orpheus?” Belle asked, her voice lowering and in the same tone she had used to warn him.
This was quite literally the first time Belle had actually had a full conversation with Lord Orpheus and there was definitely a reason she did not talk much with him. He was frustrating, incredible, especially when drunk Belle noted. But he was also quite a good dancer, even while drunk. Belle would admit, she enjoyed dancing with him because he took the lead, relaxing the pressure from Belle as she just followed his movements. He had twirled her, a move that was not in sync right now and Belle had raised a brow at that but did not say anything because she was currently in her soul thinking. Thinking of the questions she had asked him, the decisions she had made, and everything that did not require much thought to it because Belle always liked to think of even the most unimportant things, after all everything can affect her in the future. Everything could either make her or fall or stand.
She fired her questions and she noticed Orpheus biting his lips- an amused look on his face and she gave a look. What was so funny? She did not think she had said anything worth laughing at. Bele had always said he was strange and it seemed the alcohol made him even stranger. She was about to ask him what was to funny that he was laughing till he he began to speak. Answering the question she had giving him. As she listened to his words, and felt his touch on the edge of her hands, Belle had blinked, turning away as her face became flush- embarrassment, she would say it was. She had never been good with handling flattery when in such close proximity. “Flattery gets you nowhere,” She told him as suddenly his hands on her’s felt warm. “Josephine, Josephine she speaks to you proper because she was born and raised to be the ideal lady of France, the nation’s wife,” That was true. Upon birth from what Belle had heard, Josephine was taken for the monarchy of france to gaze upon her and they had taken her to the church blessing her and in France- her country, Josephine was always called the ‘nation’s wife,’ she was supposed to represent the ideals and lifestyle every high class lady she follow, what every lady should strive to be. And Belle, yes was also brought to be that way as everyone expected her to be a second Josephine at birth but Belle had always been a strong willed child and she will always be that, after all she was more of her father’s child than her mother’s she liked to think. “While I prefer to live for myself,” She said, her lips curling and her eyebrows scrunching as she thought, as she thought of her upbringing and Josephine’s upbringing and her relations with her mother compared to her father. “And that is why it would be in your best interests, to prefer the dandelion to the rose. Dandelions are what represents hope, you need more hope in life than passion, Lord Orpheus,” Belle told him her hands still feeling warm in his. “Passion can be cruel,”