Novel & Cerita Tanjiro Father Dance

My Father groans in pain as he lifts himself from the floor with my help. “We can’t put him in the dungeons.” Her soft plea breaking my heart, the pained look on Kenji’s face letting me know he feels the same. My Father walks over to Jamari slowly, his hand wrapped around his ribcage as he walks. When he reaches where Jamari sits on the floor wrapped in Kenji’s arms, my Father gets down on one knee, pain filling his face from the movement. He reaches out his uninjured arm, taking Jamari’s hand in his.

I blurt. "You didn't fall this time." There is humour in his tone but his expression is unreadable. I don't know how to reply to him. All of a sudden, I hear a rustling through the trees and my eyes dart around and rest on a trio; two women and one man each with musical instruments. "My father is... Quite desperate," he explains quietly. "Would you like to dance?" He adds just as the violins and harp starts playing. "I don't know how to dance," I look at his outstretched hand and back at his face. "You know, you don't have to."

“Father, She is not just a human. She possesses grace, beauty, and a spirit that captivates me. She deserves to experience the enchantment of the dance, regardless of her mortal origins” Lord Ericson’s face contorted with anger, his fangs glinting in the candlelight. “You are foolish, Rohan! This dance is an affair of our kind, a celebration of our heritage. To bring a mere mortal would be an affront to our traditions and our bloodline.” Genera watched her father’s reaction, her heart aching for her brother’s happiness. She had always admired Rohan’s rebellious spirit, but she knew the weight of tradition that their father bore.

My father said reaching up to wipe some of his tears away at the thought of getting to do the dance, but Sebastian only shook his head taking me by the hand and pulling me to walk closer to my father. “Nonsense, all of your family traditions have now become my traditions also now your beautiful daughter is my mate. It is your right as her father to dance with her first.” Sebastian smiled placing my hand to rest in my fathers, who looked down at me with such pride as his tears continued to flow.

I cocked a brow at him in amusement. "So this is the song that's supposed to dazzle me?" He chuckled softly. "Yes, and is it working? I mean dazzling you." "If you dance with me right now, I can make an exception for you, but just this once because this is my father's favorite song." "Then I'll have to thank your father later." Hunter offered me his hand. "Shall we dance then? We have the whole kitchen to ourselves." I nodded quietly and placed my hand in his.

I nodded my head and dismissed him to go talk to my father. “Father? Would you do me the honor of dancing to the first song with me?” I asked. I was a little unsure what his answer would be, but I hoped he said yes. “I would love to, my Princess.” Father said as he reached for my hand. I placed my hand into my father’s and he swept me onto the dance floor. I smiled up at him and let him lead me around, following his movements so I didn’t step on his feet. I look over my father’s shoulder to see my men talking to Zane. Cocking my head, I looked at Drac rubbing his temples. I hope he was okay. All my men seemed to be in shock. I looked back towards my father and when the song ended I curtsied

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR Carter's POV. "You two have the first dance." I vividly spun my neck around to look at my father with surprise on my face. Was he being serious right now? Not after spending most of my days with this girl for the past months and now this. How far was he willing to go to see that me and this girl would be tied forever. How could he do this to me? "Father, you know I can't dance. In Fact , I won't be able to do this." I told him, but the man seemed to have his attention fixed on something else and not even looking at me. Who treats their son the way he treats me?

“I'm serious! He was really enthusiastic though. He liked to tinker a lot, but if you asked him his favorite thing to do, he would say, ‘dancing!’ I never saw him sad. My father could make even a storm smile. He was probably my best friend. I could tell him anything. The boys I liked, how my shifts were going, anything. I could tell him that I was happy, or even tell him that I was sad. All my father does is - well, if he was here, he would have asked me if I wanted to dance it off my body or sing it away. I always choose to dance it away, shimmying with my father and all his excited moves. He did this for me for so long, even whenever he was ill. Rain or shine, if I asked to dance, he woul

"THANK YOU, EVERYONE, LET THE PARTY BEGIN..." I laugh as everyone cheers again. The music starts and everyone starts dancing. I hug my father and then head off of the stage, joining my friends as they dance around the backyard. My father joins us with Mother in his arms dancing around until Liam taps Father on the shoulder stealing Mother from him. He then holds his hand out to me. I bow slightly and join him in a dance, "Thank you, Father, I wasn't expecting this..." "It was my Mother's until she mated my father and became Queen. I know she would have loved you and your Mother."

I will have to talk to her about this later. My father takes me in his arms as the opening tune begins. He looks relieved, he’s probably the only happy wolf in the room at the moment. Smiling, I join him in the first dance moves as we swing across the big dance floor. "What's up, Dad? You look relieved," I tease him. He grins, his eyes are shining.