"While eating, we shall call out our special girl of the night ---no, it is a woman now--- to dance on a dancefloor!"
Lucelle was being thankful for the abrupt announcent since she could now had a reason to avoid the prince.
She gazed at Prince Armando, "Excuse me, Your Highness,"  then elegantly bowed down before walking away.
As much as Prince Armando wanted her to stay with him, he couldn't do it especially that many nobles, no, ladies rather, went into him to get his attention. Those ladies wanted Prince Armando as a partner after the special dance of Lucelle.
Meanwhile, Lucelle was very much enjoy while dancing with her father under the a famous romance song. She couldn't help, but to cry in happiness.
"Huh? My precious daughter, it's your night today, so why crying?" her dad, Marquis Cyril, asked with an adherence tonality and subsequently wiped out the tears, "Did something bad happen?"
"N-no. I'm alright, Dad. It's just happiness."
Her father laughed, "Hahaha! That's good. You just need to enjoy." then continued to dance.
After a while, her father uttered again, "Okay, that's enough. Your brothers will be the next. Love you!" then he kissed her cheek before leaving.
Her eldest brother, Junrill, who had wearing a proper attire just like their father and  was holding a bouquet of flowers appeared next to her, "Flowers for you, my Lady." he winked at her with a grin on his face while giving the bouquet.
He then put his right hand mid-air in front of her, asking for a dance, while slightly bowing down.
Lucelle couldn't hide the smile on her face, "You looks like you're starting to mature, brother." she sarcastically uttered as she put her hand onto her brother's right hand, and they started dancing.
"I'm alot more matured than you think I am, my beloved youngest. Moreover, I'm also alot more good-looking and talented."  Junrill said confidently as he let Lucelle turned around.
"Hmph! What a boastful mouth you have, brother," she replied.
"But that's the truth, really." he insisted.
"Don't believe him, Lucy,"  her second brother, Darren suddenly showed up and uttered, "That's enough, brother. It's my next dance with her."
"Don't be a smalter of our moment, brother," Junrill jokingly spoke out.
"I'm not," Darren firmly answered, "But have you realized that there are still many who wanted to dance our youngest?"
Then Junrill looked at the crowd of men, "And why would I let our youngest dance them? Who do they think they are?" then he showed an expression as if he wanted to devour them... for good.
Lucelle sighed, "Stop it, brother."
Junrill tsked, "Okay, okay. You're the next bro." then he walked away toward the crowd of male nobles' direction.
Darren whispered, "Too bad for them."
"What did you say, brother?"
Darren shook his head, "N-nothing." then they danced romantically. He keep asking her as he put a smile on his face as if they didn't meet often.
After dancing with her second brother, her cousins and other relatives continued. She couldn't measure her joy while dancing with them. It was so great, really!
"And now for the last and 18th dance with Ms. Lucelle, shall we choose a lucky man among the crowd here to make the atmosphere more brighter?" the host asked, "Is it alright for you, Miss Lucelle?" then jokingly added as if teasing her, "Or is there someone we don't know that will get upset?" 
"There is none," Lucelle told the truth, yeah, she never had any romantic relationship with anyone since her birth, unlike other ladies of famous families, "So I'm alright with your idea."
"With the guaranteed permission of our woman for tonight, Ms. Lucelle, we shall now choose a suitable man that may have the chance to with her as the last partner," the host announced to the point that it got all the people's attention, "For choosing a man, this white marble on my palm will be used as a channel or a bridge to measure one's compatibility. So may I request Ms. Lucelle to inject her magic power here first?"
She nodded and went into the host's direction. She then injected some of her magic powers and the marble became too dazzling. The color of the marble changed into a bright red, symbolizing Lucelle's and her family's attribute, fire.
"Then, to those interested men out there specifically nearing the age of Ms. Lucelle, you can try to conjure a small magic in your palm. And if this bright red marble that had Ms. Lucelle's magic will go to you, then you are the chosen one. It is simple, right?"
Half of the men tried to conjure magic and the other half chose to watch. After some time, almost all of those who tried were devasted as they failed to bring forth the marble onto them.
However, out of the sudden the marble began to move, slowly and slowly. They became shocked when the marble landed at the person who Lucelle disgusted the most.
First Prince Jun Armando...
'Unbelievable! Of all people out here, why him?! Is it really a coincidence or is it manipulated by him behind the scene? Did he secretly bribe the host? Or if not, then how could it explain our compatibility? Are we really compatible?! No, I'm sure he done something wrong with the marble or the host was being manipulated! Hmph! How dare he!' Lucelle thought.
Junrill furrowed in anger and whispered, "That bastard..."
"Now, will First Prince Jun Armando Lovete move forward to ask Ms. Lucelle's hand to dance?" the host uttered after seeing the result.
Then Prince Armando straightly walked. He couldn't hid his smile while looking at the dazzling beauty, Lucelle. While Lucelle slightly bited her lower lips as if she didn't want to dance with him, even in a slightest thought.
But she had no choice but to accept Prince Armando's hand when she saw him handing it mid-air in front of her.
"My pleasure of dancing you, Lucy." Prince Armando mumbled on her ear while dancing.
"M-me too, Your Highness,"  ...No, I'm not..., Lucelle replied, "But keep your head at distance with me, Your Highness, as I'm not comfortable with it."
He grinned, "I couldn't help it as you are more gorgeous tonight, Lucy."
'Hmph! What a blandish!' Lucelle's thought. But she chose not to pay attention to him.
The crowd were happily cheering them as if they were a perfectly matched couple. Whereas, the mood of her eldest brother, Junrill, couldn't describe. He loved and cared her too much that it became spoiling. He doesn't want any man to come in contact with his younger sister, especially the famous pervert and heart-broker First Prince Armando! While Darren was emotionless as usual, not the same Darren a while ago who greeted his sister.
When Lucelle realized that she was dancing with him for quite some time already, she uttered, "I'm already tired, Your Highness. Excuse me."
But before she could left the dancefloor, she was stopped on top of being shocked when she heard the Prince's words. Even Lucelle's family members and the guests were also completely startled.
"Tonight, with all the people here as witnesses, I will have an engagement proposal with the most gorgeous lady, Ms. Lucelle Anne Esclamado."
~~END OF FLASHBACK~~
Lucelle discontinued her reminiscing when she was tripped by a woodbark that hindered her path, resulting a small cut on her knee. "Ughhh!" Then, she tried to find herbs that could stop the bleeding.
She couldn't stop the bleeding or heal the cut with her magic power as she was a fire attribute magician.
After finding, she sat down on the land of grasses and let the fluid out of the herbs to her cut. It was painful, but she resisted.
"That bastard Armando! Where did he had the guts of proposing to me? A person like him? No way!" Lucelle yelled out of frustration and then, shook her head a second after, "No, I need to stop thinking about him. Rather, I must focus on how to survive. I need to stay alive to avenge my clansmen and my family."
She then stood up and started to walk again, hoping that she would be able to go out of this abundant forest. She was thankful that no one was pursuing her, but she didn't let her guard down.
"I need to be extra careful. I should not be too relaxed." she whispered.
After a while, fortunately, she finally got out of the forest and a village was happened to be on her eyesight.
How lucky.
Or so, she thought.
_TRAVANGEL_