I Refuse to be a Named Character

Part 6

"Shouldn't we be... you know..."

Luke chuckled. "Scheming?"

"Yes!"

He shook his head. "It's only the first party. They'll use this one to feel us out, see what cards we're holding. If we're too eager, they'll be less likely to side with us in the end."

"... If I told you, I knew exactly what each of the Lords wanted in exchange for their key, would you believe me?" I felt nervous. Graham believed that Chloe and I had psychic or prophetic powers, which was easier to explain then the concept of living in the world of a fantasy book series, but I had never used the knowledge in front of Luke openly before.

Luke's gaze was serious as he continued to lead me through the dance. "I believe you."

"Aren't you going to ask how I know?" A girl who had been trapped as a slave in the Ninth Lord's household, and then spent years in the forest hunting. How could I explain my intricate knowledge of the Ten Lord's motivations?

I could just tell him the truth.

Even as I considered that tempting, terrifying option, he shook his head slowly.

"I don't need to know." Seeing my confusion, he added. "You're allowed to have secrets."

"But..."

"So relax during the first party, and we'll figure out recruiting the Lords in tomorrow night's event.

The song ended, and Luke stepped away with a small bow. I curtsied in return, but as I straightened up, someone had stepped between us with a wide smile.

"I claim the next dance."

Graham.

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Luke shook his head, reaching out to pull him away. "Don't think about it."

"Careful, brother," Evading his grasp, Graham stepped closer to me, grabbing my arm. "If you make a scene here over a woman, it will be hard to gather support from the Lords."

Luke rolled his eyes at the warning. "Like I care about that. Now let go..."

"It's fine." At my words, both men turned towards me, confused. I smiled at Luke, trying to reassure him. "It's just a dance."

"Are you sure?" Luke's eyebrows furrowed as he stared at his brother's hand which was holding on to me.

"Wait for me." Pulling my arm from Graham's grasp, I positioned myself across from him, a much more formal distance than what I had danced with Luke. "Your Highness?"

Graham frowned, but took my hands and began to lead. "Why are you treating me so coldly?"

"... Are you an idiot?" I stared at him as we danced. "You do remember that you tried to drug me last time we met?"

"Only because I love you so much." His gaze was intense, with more than a little obsession brewing within. It was uncomfortable to face. "And I didn't succeed, anyways. You drugged me in the end, so actually you owe me."

I stepped on his foot. Hard. "I owe you nothing. So let's pretend we don't know each other."

"Don't fight the inevitable, Darling." His smile widened. "We're destined to be together."

Is this the confidence of the main hero of a story? I remembered that in the book he had innumerable women falling in love with him. Perhaps it had messed with his head? Realizing it would be impossible to convince him through logic, I stayed silent, hoping for the dance to end. Unfortunately, Graham kept talking, and was difficult to ignore.