It pained him to watch his father whisk Genevieve off, stealing her from right under his nose. He wasn’t new to this experience, though. It seemed as though every time he had her, every time he was close enough to touch her, hold her, his father came in and took her. It infuriated him, but it wasn’t as if he could do something about it in public. So he ground his teeth and clenched his fists, watching helplessly as his love was whisked away.
Ronan had little time to wallow in his self-pity, for Cedany ran at him then and clung to his neck, dragging him down to her level just a bit before he stood up again and held her in his arms, up off of the ground.
"Indeed it is, Sprout," he agreed, whirling her about once before placing her on the floor. She whispered to him just before they parted, however, and he froze for a moment in panic. "I..." He started to speak, but he cut himself off as his sister dashed off. "Cedany!"
He hurried after his sister now, attempting to follow her. He was a large man, though, and darting through crowds had never really been Ronan’s strong suit. When he finally managed to bob and weave enough to end up by Cedany, however, he found her turned to face Aren.
”Cedany, how -” But now she raced off towards Adelaide and pulled both of his siblings out on to the floor after her. ”Shit.” He followed her out again, attempting to slide between dancing couples until he quite nearly tripped on to his siblings.
”Any room left in this dance circle?” he asked, attempting to cover up his true motive for following his sister. He knew she knew more than anyone else in the palace, but he had thought his relationship with Genevieve was a secret, damn it. If she knew, then who else did?