"The music awaits, Your Highness," she murmured, her voice carrying just enough challenge to make it clear she knew exactly what game they were playing—and she wanted to play too.
'Oh, this is going to be fun,' Pyris thought, his own smile widening in response.
With fluid grace that made walking look like an art form, she led him toward the center of the polished marble dance floor. Her midnight blue gown flowed around her legs like she was made of liquid shadow and starlight, and Pyris had to admit—she knew how to make an entrance.
'Perfect timing,' he thought as their feet touched the designated space. 'Just as the Emperor's dignity finishes bleeding out, we give the audience something else to focus on.'
