MIREYA POV
Rhaegar glanced at the space beside the dance floor, then back at me, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
"You aren't planning just to stand there all night, are you?" he asked lightly. "If you're not going to eat, would you rather… dance with me?"
I froze for a moment, caught off guard. Dancing? In front of all these nobles? My ribs still ached from the past few days of training, and my nerves fluttered like trapped birds in my chest.
"I… I suppose… yes," I said after a breath, trying to sound casual even though my stomach twisted.
His smile widened, and he extended his hand politely. "Good. I promise I won't step on your toes."
I placed my hand in his, feeling the heat of his palm.
I let Rhaegar lead me across the dance floor, his grip firm but gentle, and tried to match the rhythm of the music. The crowd swirled around us, but somehow, in that moment, it felt like we were alone.
