"Your Majesty, Don't you think it's time you ask your second wife to dance?" Raziah asked, slowly disengaging her hands from his shoulders as the soft music was about to come to an end. Aragon's jaw worked slightly at her words. Princess Gwenore has been sitting quietly on that throne ever since, and she needed someone to at least talk to. The impression he was giving off wasn't a good one, and even though it might be because he has all the power and he can do what he wants, Raziah wasn't happy about it. He needs to be fair. "So you can continue your conversation with Zoan? No, hazel." "Well, you have to dance with Princess Gwen!" He didn't say anything this time, and she noticed how he kept on working his jaw. When his arms around her waist suddenly tightened, Raziah sighed agitatedly, "You have to let me go, I need my rest,""I'll catch you.""I actually need to sit, I can't dance forever.""I'll hold you,"