Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Lana stepped forward and stood in front of Aurora. "The girls in our village are all skilled in singing and dancing. I've already sung, so let's compete in dancing. Do you dare?"

Justin immediately stepped in front of Aurora, shielding her. "She's not feeling well. She won't compete with you."

"Not daring to compete is just that-don't make excuses about not feeling well," Lana sneered.

The villagers began to cheer and encourage the contest. Aurora was known for her exceptional piano skills, and her dancing was no less impressive. Coming from a wealthy family, she'd been professionally trained in music, dance, and even painting since childhood.

Lana smirked, confident in her challenge.

Aurora replied calmly, "Since Miss Lana wishes to compete, I'll gladly accept. However, there's no specific style of dance required, correct? I'm new here and unfamiliar with your local dances. Competing in that would be unfair."

"Of course. You can dance in whatever style you're skilled at. Does that mean you agree?"

"Yes. Please, Miss Lana, go first." Aurora showed no hesitation.

Justin, however, was worried. Aurora was pregnant. What if dancing harmed the baby? "Aurora, you can't. Think about your body."

"Don't worry, Justin. I'll be fine." Aurora reassured him. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her baby.

Lana, brimming with confidence, began to dance. Since childhood, she'd been the pride of the village, celebrated for her singing and dancing.

But Lana underestimated Aurora. Aurora had mastered multiple instruments and held professional dance certifications. Her talents were polished to perfection, though this wasn't the right place to fully showcase them. If it were, Lana wouldn't have stood a chance.

Lana performed a traditional folk dance, her movements complementing her vibrant ethnic attire. Aurora couldn't help but admire, "Justin, her outfit is beautiful."

Justin, frustrated by Aurora's calm demeanor, muttered, "Aurora, is this really the time to appreciate someone's clothes?"

her clothes, then her dancing? From a professional standpoint, it's average," Aurora commented honestly. She wasn't being arrogant-if it were just for fun, skill wouldn't matter. But since this was a competition, standards had to be met. "Are you confident,

isn't the only skill I've mastered," she

the wooden stage with a smug look, turning

up. "Justin, can

was naturally skilled in music and dance. He nodded. "I can. What

"The peacock dance."

as if it were alive, and the dancer's entire

frowned. The peacock dance was

the stage, whispering, "If you

Thank you,

on her head. There were no stage lights, only the glow of fire and moonlight. When she stood on the stage, she appeared like a

sound of the flute began, and the

Aurora's fingers seemed to come alive,

followed. Aurora focused the intricate movements on her hands, letting her body flow gracefully

wings, played by the river, and preened her feathers,

performance had been pleasant but lacked a theme. Aurora's peacock dance, however, told a story, bringing

imagined their own version of a peacock, and Aurora gave

watched her ethereal

dancing skills, let alone that she could dance at such

in disbelief. "Impossible. There's no way she's

in thunderous applause.

filled the air, she prepared to step down from the stage.

knew

Could it be Julian?

and noticed several lights flashing in the sky. More than

"Helicopters?"

they