Summary: During the dance, Vector continues to charm Merag which ends in a kiss. Predictably, Nasch is not happy.
"Vector!" Merag cried as he twirled her around. "My brother will kill us!"
"How is that new?" the redhead teased as he twirled and twirled. He felt elated to have her in his arms again and there was no way that some grumpy old king would ruin that moment for him.
"Well... it is pretty nice."
"Isn't it?" Vector grinned as he leaned in. His lips barely touched hers when a beaded shoe shot through the air, hitting him square in the head as Merag cried out in shock, gaping at the footwear.
"You don't touch my sister, you don't hold my sister and you most definately do not kiss her!"
This was going to be a long evening... possibly the longest one in her life... lives.