The Villainess's Daughter: The Crown Prince's Obsession

The hushed silence of the grand ballroom felt deafening, every noble's eye fixed on you.
Theodore Adams Aurelia, the Crown Prince, stood before you, hand outstretched.
"Lady Irene Hans, will you do the favour of having your first dance with me?" His voice, clear and unwavering, cut through the silence.
Your mind raced. Refuse the Crown Prince, and face the Empress's displeasure. Accept, and become a pariah in this unforgiving society. It felt like a trap, a no-win scenario for the daughter of the villainess.
"Your Highness?" You managed a strained smile, keeping your voice low. "Your mother wouldn't like it."
A faint smile touched his lips. "I asked you, Lady Irene, not my mother." His hand remained steady. "Is it a yes or no? Answer me."
He was just like the stories said, relentless in his desires. How could you, of all people, dance with the son of the main characters?
