Unaware of the commotion outside the dance floor, Lumien and Azalea continued to sway their bodies following the rhythm of the music.
Lumien focused intently on his sister's movements, concentrating hard to match her steps.
As a noble, he was naturally expected to learn a wide array of subjects such as poetry, history, and, of course, dancing. However, his poor health had often kept him from attending lessons consistently.
As a result, he struggled to keep up with Azalea's movements, coming dangerously close to stepping on her feet more than once. In addition, their close proximity left him feeling uncomfortably nervous.
"Is it about to rain?" Lumien muttered to himself. With great reluctance, he pushed himself up and climbed out of the extremely cozy bed.
"This bed is way better than what I've been sleeping on these past few years," he grumbled, stretching. "But honestly, I still prefer my bed back home."
