"It's called Kesuri," Amir's voice floats into my ears as we return to the table. "It's a dance representing victory in battle."
"It's lovely," I say, already spellbound by the loose, ankle-length skirts that shimmer under the light.
The gathered guests, some of the most important people in the country, watch in awe as well. I suppose they've never quite seen anything like this before.
"We perform it often at home," Amir adds.
"I'd imagine so," I reply dryly. Despite still calling itself a kingdom, Aidel has subjugated many of the local lands surrounding their kingdom for centuries. We maneuver around the periphery of the room, expensive velvet banners bearing the sigils of the Five Houses on the walls. The corner of my mouth inevitably curls downward as I spot the rose sigil of House Duvernay.
