The music swelled, the notes rising and falling like waves on a stormy sea. That's how she envisioned it, at least. Filling the hall and swelling around the two of them from the small, magical box that Aeron used for the dancing lessons.
She let herself get lost in it, in the rhythm, the flow. It was almost meditative, the way her body moved without conscious thought, the way the steps and turns came naturally, instinctively.
She could feel Donncahd's eyes on her, his gaze a physical weight, but she refused to let it distract her, to let it throw her off.
She would not give him the satisfaction. She would not let him control her any more than he already did. It was a minor defiance, but.. .it was one she clung to anyway.
The dance was a complex one, full of intricate footwork and sweeping movements, but she'd practiced it enough to know it by heart. She spun and twirled, her gown flaring out around her, her hair a white blur against the dark of the room.
She felt...
