Music started blasting throughout the room, and people started dancing with their partners, whether it was merchants or nobles, and even the prince, Damon, was asked to a dance by several high-class women who wanted to create connections with the royal family.
Max had to assist Iris in her dance to prevent anybody from approaching her, and although he didn't enjoy it in the slightest, it still felt refreshing.
"Your dance moves suck," Iris chuckled as Max had stepped on her heels for the dozenth time, his dance moves were atrocious, and even his divination made fun of him.
[I guess you can feel lucky to be a warrior and not a dancer, because you would be out of a job instantly]
'Yeah yeah,' he groaned.
"Sorry, I'm a guard, not a dancer," he shrugged and told Iris to justify his lack of dance skills.
