Putting the clues from their conversation together, Sierra realized just how much was at risk for her father to be here. Their home kingdom was in the midst of a crisis, yet he still took time to attend the ball.
As more and more people headed to the dance floor, the father and daughter watched silently. Most of the princesses, whose fathers were present, were dancing with them. A father-daughter dance was a tradition in many kingdoms, this was no different.
Sierra glanced over to the general for just a moment. She bit her lip as she quickly looked elsewhere.
"Princess Sierra, would you like to dance?" Leon asked as he reached out his hand with a smile.
He had read her mind from the moment she looked over at him.
"That would be nice."
