The morning sun in the capital didn't hit the windows with the same sharp, freezing brightness as it did in the North. Here, the light felt heavier somehow, dulled by the constant haze hanging over a city that apparently had no concept of rest.
Cherion stood in the middle of the drawing room, posture perfectly straight as he slowly turned in place. He wasn't practicing his healing magic or preparing some dramatic speech.
No.
He was practicing dance steps.
Cherion couldn't help but reflect on his routine. Despite the change of scenery, his daily life wasn't actually that much different from his time in the North.
"Left foot back, Lord Cherion," Reiner instructed from the side of the room, arms crossed as he watched with the focus of a man supervising military training instead of ballroom dancing. "And remember to keep your chin slightly higher. Nobles take pride in looking down on others, you shouldn't give them the angle to do so."
