Chapter 62 Father Daughter Dance Off

*Ana*

I get twirled as soon as Nicoli leaves. Father is eager to start the dance. But there is a problem. Our height- Father is so much higher than me. My arm nearly pulls out of my socket as I struggle to keep my hand in his.

“Uh,” I almost trip over my skirt.

“Easy,” Father’s voice is calm before I feel his steps slow. I use the chance to find my feet with relief.

“Thank you- oh?”

I am all the more surprised that he now lowers his shoulders. His hand is now easier to grasp. I immediately feel grateful that he has modified the distance.

Behind us, the song is finishing. It will be time to change partners again. I can’t say that I’m not relieved. I feel so bound up-and I know why.

“I thank you, your majesty-” I go- my hands work themselves out of his grasp. I step back as the song ends.

As if knowing, I feel someone watching. I look over to find a familiar pair of red eyes- the only other pair in the room. Mykhol holds a plate and smiles at me with a comforting grin.

Mykhol. I am