Lumielle had memorized steps for dancing. She had done so time after time again, it was only common courtesy to dance whenever she attended social events. Usually, Allard was the one who took her hand. But there was a lack of warmth, the distance between them palpable as she struggled to try and converse with him.
"I'm offended," Asterias chided, "Making a charm for Rue."
Lumielle blinked, her eyes looking down at the purple jewel, "A gift is meant to be shared."
"I'm a selfish person," he responded back. His lips were quirked up, his fingers against her back. She could feel his touch, it enlightened his skin causing goosebumps to rise. It was almost intoxicating.
"You're not," Lumielle answered back almost on instinct. The purple-haired princess could not find him to be anything but selfless, "Rias," she answered, "Do you know of Lady Lyanna?"
The white-haired male's brows grew closer together, "She was a child that I played it when my Mother was alive."
