Lusinda was almost done with her dance. Her last steps were as beautiful and tasteful as the first. There was not a drop of sweat on her face as her hair wrapped sound her small waist as she did her last turn.
She made two little leaps towards the king and the royals before making her final pirouette and falling on one knee, her ribbon fluttering to the ground beside her. She bowed her head before the king, her face in a calm restful expression.
Theodore peered down at her. He hated seeing her. He hated seeing her so calm. He wanted to see her cry, to see her fail the dance, to see her fail to impress the audience, to see her fail to capture them. Like she did to him. He hadn't always thought like this.
He hadn't always hated her, he hadn't always wanted to see her end. But soon, those feelings twisted into hate and now her downfall was all he craved from her.
