The prince riding a white horse wears a black velvet cloak, with exquisite silver thread embroidery faintly twinkling in the dim light, like the stars in the night sky.

He first put Cinderella down, and then got off the horse himself.

His boots stepped on the stone floor, making a dull and powerful sound. Every step seemed to carry a huge force, breaking the silence of the dance scene.

This prince has eyes as deep as a deep pool, as if there are cold stars twinkling in the darkness. His thin lips are pressed tightly under the bridge of his nose, and his lines are firm and cold. His face is a little blurry, as if it is shrouded in a layer of cold breath.

, which is daunting.

"Father, I'm late."

The naked, fat king jumped up from his throne and struck the ground heavily with his scepter.

"Idiot! Who asked you to come at this time?"

There was no expression on his pale face, "You didn't come late, you came too early!"

The king's cold, ruthless little eyes stared straight at the prince.

"It's Callister's time! Not your time"

"And what did you bring in?"

The king's scepter points directly at Cinderella.

At this time, Cinderella no longer looked like Paine was familiar with. Her hair was not bound by complicated hair accessories, but scattered naturally, like a waterfall in the night. The dress she wore was not a traditional princess style, but a fusion of

Gothic style design - black and silver intertwined, both noble and mysterious. Her shoes are not made of crystal, but a pair of black high heels inlaid with gems, with ancient runes vaguely emerging on the upper.

With every step she takes, these black high-heeled shoes will reflect a cold light. Her presence is like a ray of light piercing the darkness. Her hair is scattered on her shoulders, and a few strands of hair are gently fluttering in the wind, just like the dark night.

The elf in.

"She is my dance partner, father."

The prince's voice was low and firm, echoing in the empty hall. He turned slightly sideways, blocking Cinderella behind him, as if to isolate her from the king's blade-like gaze.

"Your dance partner?"

The king let out a piercing laugh, and the laughter circled under the towering dome, causing the huge crystal chandelier to shake slightly.

"What kind of place do you think this is? Does a lowly country girl deserve to be your dance partner?"

The king's face was horribly gloomy, with veins popping out on his forehead. He stared at the clasped hands of the prince and Cinderella, and the anger in his eyes seemed to devour them both. After a long silence, he raised his scepter again and struck hard.

Hitting the ground, the sound was like muffled thunder exploding in the hall.

"I will never allow you to make the same mistake again!"

Cinderella raised her chin slightly. She didn't care about the angry king. Instead, she looked around the crowd - she saw Paine.

Their eyes met, and she made a silencing gesture towards Pain.

"Her eyes are a bit strange. She doesn't look like that stupid girl Cinderella, but looks like Mrs. Green!"

Paine took a deep breath.

The prince looked directly into the king's eyes without fear, without any flinch in his eyes.

"Father, you are old."

"My dear brother, it is so rude of you to speak to your father like this."

Callister, dressed in red, said with a smile.

"Brother, I hope you can stop hiding in that disgusting woman's skin when you talk to me."

Callister's smile froze on her face for a moment, and a trace of imperceptible panic flashed in her eyes, but she soon returned to her smiling look, but there seemed to be a deeper chill hidden behind this smile.

"Oh? What if I use the skin of the lady next to you? I think she will also be a good new dress."

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly solemn, and Paine just wanted to leave this weird place.

He secretly cursed himself for being so meddlesome. It was obviously just a simple survival mission. Why not find a place to hide for 60 days? He had to get involved in such a big trouble.

What about star promotion, what about the light of the real stars, Paine no longer thinks about these things at this moment.
Chapter completed!