For the next few days, my dance lessons with Emery continued in private. In the afternoon, she would come to my room with one excuse or another. I would send Martha away for the time being for an errand or something, which would give us at max half an hour to practice.
The thing is, Emery, a mere maid possessed such beautiful dancing skills that it made me wonder why she came to the palace in the first place instead of pursuing a career in the art.
"I wasn't allowed to," she sighed, giving a wistful smile. "My Mother and Father believe that dancing is the work of the devil."
"How come?" I asked. "You're so light on your feet; you're gifted at this, Emery, really!"
"I appreciate it but there's nothing I could've done about my parents' preference. It is them that make the rules for me and how I must live, for I am of the opinion that my existence is just a burden."
