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?"

average," Aurora commented honestly. She wasn't being arrogant-if it were just for fun, skill wouldn't matter.

only skill I've

the wooden stage with a smug

"Justin, can

naturally skilled in music and dance. He

"The peacock dance."

and fluidity, requiring incredible finger dexterity. Every joint had to move as if it were alive, and the dancer's entire body needed to embody the elegance of a peacock.

peacock dance was popular

the stage, whispering, "If you feel

know. Thank

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

began, and the white figure

to come alive, their movements

the intricate movements on her hands, letting her body

She spread her wings, played by the river, and preened her feathers, painting vivid imagery with each

theme. Aurora's peacock dance, however, told a story, bringing a

audience imagined their own version of a peacock, and Aurora gave them the freedom to

competition faded from their minds as they watched her ethereal

had never mentioned her dancing skills, let alone that she could

in disbelief. "Impossible. There's no

the dance ended, there was a brief silence before the crowd erupted in thunderous applause. It was

praise for Aurora's performance filled the air, she prepared to step down from the stage.

sound-she knew

Could it be Julian?

looked up and noticed several lights flashing in the

"Helicopters?"

they