Alistair stood there for a moment. Though he did not know it at that time, he wanted the same thing Sierra wanted. He wanted to dance with her for the rest of the night and no one else. He did not realize just how much he had fallen for her until the moment he released her hand and waist.
He simply wanted her back, and nothing more. If he wasn't the King, and did not need to care for all the formalities, he would have held onto Sierra's hand just a little longer. Or, he would pull her back into his embrace and kiss her in front of everyone.
But alas, he could not.
Alistair walked over to Princess Myra, and asked for her hand to dance. The princess was a friend to Sierra and generally friendly. He had enjoyed the dinner they had previously and hence, decided he would honor her with a dance. Sierra smiled, excited for Myra as she quickly made her way to the centre of the dance floor with Alistair.
