The celebration reached new intensity as the initial surprise settled into genuine festivity.
Music swelled from the corner where musicians had positioned themselves, the melody transitioning from background accompaniment into something that demanded attention.
The crowd shifted naturally, creating space in the entrance hall's center that transformed the area into impromptu ballroom.
King Harold raised his hand, commanding silence with gesture that spoke to decades of authority.
"Before we proceed further, tradition demands the opening dance.
Count Dragonheart, if you would honor us by dancing with your betrothed?"
The crowd parted, creating a clear path between Raze and Fedora.
The princess stepped forward with grace that made her movement seem effortless, hand extended in invitation.
Her blue eyes carried warmth mixing with amusement at his visible discomfort.
"You remember the basic forms?" Fedora asked quietly as he took her hand.
