Ballroom Dance

|Princess Zoey’s Point Of View|

We look out of the window together. The view from my room of the palace grounds is outstanding as it is on the first floor. The workers are running here and there down on the grounds, carrying trays, flowers and whatnot. Everyone seems to be busy with the ballroom preparations.

I feel Micah's hands on my waist slowly caressing circles as if to soothe me.

"You are stressed out." he kisses my cheek.

I hum, "How can I not? We are talking about the noblemen here. They hold a shitload of power. And sometimes even a king can waver."

"But you shouldn't waver, you know. Never show it. Because if you do, it'll be for them, not for you."

"Absolutely." I lean against his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my nape.

"If it's about the ball today. Knight James appointed a few of my fellow folks to guard the hall. And some to be by the entrance to check whether the swords (in masquerade ball attire, a fake sword comes with it) are all fake. And the faces of ev