The decorative red lanterns were hung up high, illuminating the ordinary street into a festive trail leading to the palace. The palace workers had tried their best into making it the most beautiful night of the year, adding vines that had fragrant flowers onto fences, and placing handmade works of art on every corner. It was truly elegant, the emperor was living up to his name.
Lan Fan darted her eyes around, searching for any threats, trying to busy herself. She just wanted to bodyguard, or train, or spar, or do something other than this.
She took a quick looking glance at Ling, and immediately regretted it. Their eyes locked during the moment, Ling gave her a light, playful, smile. "Lan take it easy, it's a party not a war zone." He joked.
Lan blinked a couple of times before responding. "You never know young lord." She said, firmly stating her excuse. She continued to look around, a bit calmer now. A few minutes passed before the silence was broken again.
A whine coming from Ling. Ling patted his stomach pitifully. "Oh I can't wait for that supper!" He whined. Lan Fan couldn't help but be relieved, food was something she and Ling had a deep connection with. "Should I, get us a plate of dumplings to start with at the palace?" She suggested.
Ling nodded his head excitedly. "Of course!"
The pair looked up, the sound of instruments playing soft music was in reach of their ears. They were almost at the palace. Ling scratched his chin. "Seems like we're here, Lan." He dug his hands into his pockets, growing less fond of the night cold. The music got louder, the melody getting more easier to hear. He spoke up again."Maybe I can take you dancing after supper..." He said nonchalantly.
Lan Fan's heart dropped, sweat already forming on her forehead.
Dancing?!
Author's Note:
Hi there, I welcome the new followers to this story.
The first chapter had alot of spelling mistakes! I'll make sure to write more professionally in future chapters,sorry, it's just been a fic I've wanted to get off my chest.
P.S Also, word pad has a habit of cutting words off...