The orchestra's melody flowed around them.
Adam took his first step. Then another.
He followed the movements Genevieve had been teaching him throughout the past week, carefully guiding her across the dance floor.
His steps were smooth, his posture straight, and his movements graceful for someone who had spent more time honing his swordsmanship rather than learning ballroom dances.
Adam had told Genevieve that dancing was no different from swordsmanship. Both required rhythm, balance, precise footwork, and an understanding of the person moving before you. Every step had to be measured. Every movement had to flow naturally into the next. The only difference was that one ended with applause, while the other ended with blood.
Genevieve had been speechless when he had said those words to her.
Presently, the two moved in harmony with the music, turning and gliding across the floor alongside the other couples.
