"That's alright, I suppose. You'll make a wonderful impression this evening," he decided.
"Will you be attending?"
"At the king's request," Mikel grinned.
"I do hope you'll save me a dance."
"You could have the first one, if you wish."
Mikel seemed to stand taller at that statement.
"I would be honored, but it would be better manners for you to dance with one of your guests first."
Disappointment filled Isla, but she understood his reasons.
"Second then."
Her statement was rewarded with a chuckle.
"I'll hold you to that."
Perhaps her birthday celebration wouldn't be too horrible after all.
"How are your grandmother and grandfather?" Isla asked him.
She hooked her elbow through his and they began to stroll leisurely through the quiet courtyard.
The birds that lived there always avoided her, as though they could sense how much of a danger she imposed.
