They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System

Chapter 375: Why Do I Feel Like This?

@CourtCamerasBeRolling: “Watch the nobles’ faces! They’re so CONFUSED. I live for this drama.”

@CultureKeeper07: “Unconventional? Yes. Unbelievable? No. Necessary? ABSOLUTELY.”

@HeirToMyHeart: “Nnenna really said ‘not on my watch.’ Respect.”

@EyesOnTheBallroom: “This is why she’s different. She didn’t wait for a second chance. She made it.”

Somto did not waste a second.

The moment her hand stretched out further, he caught it gently but firmly, as if afraid she might change her mind again. Without a word, he led her, regal and assured, to the center of the grand ballroom.

Their footsteps echoed faintly as they walked across the polished marble, and a wave of whispers swept through the guests, parting like the sea before them.

The spotlight followed, catching the shimmer of Nnenna’s gown and the subtle pride in Somto’s stride.

Up on the gallery, the instrumentalists, who had just begun packing up their instruments in disappointmentz froze mid motion. One blinked. Another gawked.

Then—

“Wait, are we back on??”

“Get your bow, get your bow! MOVE!”

“Did the princess just resurrect the dance??”

Musicians scrambled in every direction like startled birds. Violins were snatched from cases, drumsticks retrieved from their holders, and sheet music hastily reopened.

A flutist dropped their instrument in a panic and snatched it back up in time for the downbeat.

In just under thirty seconds, the orchestra was ready again, tuning, nodding, holding their breath.

And then

The music began.

Soft. Slow. Regal.

of the kingdom to mark the beginning of a new era. Now, it echoed again, sweeping through the hall like a

eyes fixed on the crown prince and the

a delicate melody through the air as

other at the center, their steps

His right hand settled on the side of her waist, firm

arms formed a poised frame, elegant, measured,

to move in rhythm, Somto instinctively pulled her closer, not too much, just enough to

hand rested more securely on her waist now, and their joined hands held a subtle tension that made their movements

he

cuddled childhood memories. He couldn’t recall ever having held her like this, not even during the festivals

this. Her body warm beside his, the gentle curve of her

like a

swords, and the silence of the battlefield, this

But comforting.

He felt… safe.

general of the eastern campaigns, needing safety from a girl? But it was

to measure every breath, every thought, every word. With her, his walls didn’t need to

only made the confusing mess

What was this?

her, that now, when she willingly danced with him, came to him his defenses didn’t know whether to collapse

But not now.

Not here.

took a quiet breath, pushed the confusion aside, and let the music guide his feet. Whatever these

she

she