The musicians began to play slowly, sweeping notes from long silver strings. We moved into the center, and Kaelen’s arm wrapped around mine like a snare. We danced.
The steps were smooth. Rehearsed. I let him lead because I didn’t know how not to. I moved my body the way they taught me: a glide, a dip, a turn. I could’ve been anyone.
He leaned in, voice low and too amused. “Smile, Princess. It costs nothing.”
So I did.
But not for him.
I smiled because I had nothing else left in that moment.
When the dance ended, the applause was polite. Another pair stepped forward. Then another. Soon, the floor filled, nobles spinning and laughing with gemstone smiles.
Kaelen released my hand. “I need a word with the steward,” he said smoothly. “Don’t wander too far.”
I nodded obediently.
I walked toward the edge of the room, pressing one hand against the wall to feel something solid beneath my fingers.
And then I heard his voice.
“You look like you’d rather be facing a bandit again.”
I looked up.
Erindor stood a whole arm’s length away. No smile, no humor, but his tone was softer than I expected.
I blinked. “I don’t know the steps.”
“Neither do I,” he replied. “We’ll look foolish together, Princess.”
He offered his hand.
The room blurred. The music blurred. But his hand was steady.
I took it.
We moved slowly and awkwardly at first. I stepped on his foot. He grunted. I apologized. And he didn’t let go.
The hall fell away, note by note.
I kept my gaze on the floor until he whispered, “It’s not your fault they don’t see what you are.”
I looked up.
“What am I?”
He paused briefly. “Stronger than this room. And far too bright for any man who thinks he can own you.”
A wave of adrenaline surged, sending my heart racing.
The music slowed, signaling the end of the dance.
I stumbled, and his hands caught my waist, steadying me.
They lingered there for a moment too long.
“I—” I started.
