ISABELLE'S POV— 9

Kyler seems to keep to one tradition, having the first dance at the reception ball. It was awkward, and I didn't know how to dance, and Ayn taught me a few steps at the last minute. If someone weren't hurrying to begin the wedding ceremony, I might have had more time to practice. I am very sure he can already feel my sweaty palm.

All attention is on me, every eye in this room, from the serving girls to the maid, to the lords and their wives. It gives me anxiety, and I must not ruin my first dance with the king.

"Relax, I got you," I heard whispers as we walked to the dance floor. It's Kyler beside me. My hand is locked in his, and he is holding onto me gently.

A little spin, and he pulls me closer to his body. I gasped, staring at him. I can feel his hands grabbing my waist, and his stares are warm until his hand moves down, too close to my butt. My breath seizes, and I release breathing heavily.

A step, I miss and step on his shoes. "You gotta let me lead, Love," he says, giggling so