Chapter 12: Sir Polo the Knight
The grandeur of the royal ballroom in the manga realm was nothing short of spectacular. Crystal chandeliers adorned the ceiling, casting a cascade of sparkling light over the elegantly dressed crowd. Knights in resplendent armor, enchanting creatures, and illustrious nobles moved gracefully across the dance floor, their laughter and chatter creating a symphony of merriment.
In the midst of this enchanting affair, Millicent, adorned in a gown that shimmered like moonlight, twirled gracefully with Sir Polo. His polished armor gleamed, and his chiseled features spoke of both strength and refinement. The duo moved effortlessly through the dance, capturing the attention of onlookers and weaving an enchanting tale with each step.
Meanwhile, Myer, draped in his wizard's robe, observed the unfolding scene with a mixture of fascination and unease. His usually confident demeanor wavered as he couldn't help but notice the animated laughter that escaped Millicent's lips in response to one of Polo's jests.
Polo, with a charming smile, extended a gallant invitation. "Millicent, would you care for a stroll in the moonlit garden? The night is too splendid to be confined to the ballroom."
Millicent, her eyes twinkling, accepted his offer, and they gracefully glided toward the garden, leaving Myer standing alone with an inexplicable knot in his stomach.
Curiosity and a tinge of jealousy brewed within Myer as he decided to follow the duo at a discreet distance. Shadows cloaked his presence as he traversed the ornate corridors, his keen senses catching snippets of Polo's playful banter and Millicent's melodic laughter drifting through the air.
As they entered the moonlit garden, Polo swept Millicent into a waltz beneath the ethereal glow of the stars. Their silhouettes danced against the backdrop of blooming flowers and ancient trees, creating a scene straight out of a romantic tale.
Myer, concealed in the shadows, clenched his fists, struggling to comprehend the emotions swirling within him. "Why does Polo's presence affect me like this?" he muttered to himself, the sting of jealousy gnawing at his usually composed demeanor.
Back in the garden, Polo and Millicent's conversation flowed effortlessly. "Millicent," Polo began with a charismatic smile, "I must admit, your laughter is as enchanting as a melody. I find myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame."
Millicent blushed, her gaze meeting Polo's. "Sir Polo, you possess a charm that is both captivating and disarming. I must thank you for bringing such joy to this night."
The moonlight accentuated Polo's features as he leaned in, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I find myself irresistibly drawn to joyous company. Perhaps the stars themselves are envious of your radiance."
Millicent chuckled, her heart fluttering at Polo's charming words. "You are quite the wordsmith, Sir Polo. I must admit, I've not encountered a knight with such eloquence before."
Polo bowed with a flourish, his eyes never leaving Millicent's. "A knight must wield not only a sword but also the art of words. For what are tales and legends without a touch of poetry?"
Myer, eavesdropping from the shadows, couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at Polo's smooth words. "Is this how a knight woos a lady in the manga realm?" he mumbled to himself, struggling to comprehend the unfamiliar emotion swirling within him.
As the night unfolded, Polo and Millicent strolled through the garden, sharing tales of their adventures and dreams. Myer, torn between his desire to approach them and an unspoken fear of what he might witness, remained in the shadows, grappling with the burgeoning jealousy that took residence in his heart.
In a quiet corner of the garden, Polo paused, his gaze locking with Millicent's. "Millicent," he said with a sincerity that resonated through the night, "there's a certain magic in the air tonight. It's as if destiny itself has orchestrated this encounter."
Millicent, her eyes reflecting the moonlight, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Sir Polo. The magic of the night has woven a tapestry of moments that shall linger in our memories."
The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant melody of a nightingale serenaded them as Polo took a step closer. "Millicent, I must confess that your beauty and spirit have left an indelible mark on my heart. I find myself drawn to you in ways I cannot explain."
Myer, hidden in the shadows, felt a surge of discomfort at Polo's confession. "This isn't right. I should be happy for Millicent," he muttered, attempting to rationalize the emotions that threatened to consume him.
Millicent, her expression a delicate blend of surprise and gratitude, met Polo's gaze. "Sir Polo, your words are both kind and unexpected. I must admit, there is a connection between us that transcends the ordinary."
Polo took Millicent's hand in his, a gesture that sparked an unfamiliar ache in Myer's chest. "Millicent, would you allow me the honor of getting to know you better? To explore the realms of friendship and perhaps, something more?"
Millicent,
 her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, nodded. "Sir Polo, I would be honored to embark on this journey with you."
As they sealed their newfound connection with a tender embrace, Myer's heart sank, realizing that the seeds of jealousy had taken root. "What have I done?" he whispered, grappling with the emotions that threatened to unravel his composure.
The night deepened, and the garden bore witness to a burgeoning romance that left Myer questioning his feelings and motives. "I must confront these emotions," he resolved, determined to navigate the complex tapestry of love, jealousy, and self-discovery.
As dawn approached, Polo and Millicent's laughter echoed through the garden, a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of romance and the transformative power of love. Myer, cloaked in shadows, vowed to confront his feelings and seek clarity amidst the tangled web of emotions that enveloped him.