Lucas is a competent partner, and once I've recovered from my own thoughts, I can fully concentrate on the dance. Lucas twirls me away and then pulls me back in, smiling as our bodies touch and we sway together.
It stands to reason that a merchant that hobnobs and rubs elbows with the nobility - potentially even the royalty - would know how to ballroom dance.
It stands less to reason that a rough and tumble mercenary such as myself would know, and so it's ridiculous he even asked me to dance in the first place.
The only reason I do know is because...
I shake my head, pressing my lips into a line.
No.
All I have to do is stay focused, and I can get through this.
We are mirror images, always together. In tune. A pair. I focus only on him and the steps, ignoring everything and everyone around us.
