Capítulo 17: Learning to dance

As I finished my breakfast, the realization of the impending dance lesson with Seraphina loomed over me like a dark cloud. I pushed aside my anxiety and focused on the present moment. The maid, whose name I learned was Anna, led me back to my chambers to prepare for the lesson.

Anna bustled around the room, gathering various items of clothing and accessories. "Lady Elara, we must find you something suitable for your lesson with Her Majesty," she said, rifling through the wardrobe.

I nodded, feeling a knot of tension forming in my stomach. "Thank you, Anna. I appreciate your help," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite my nerves.

Anna selected a simple yet elegant gown, a deep shade of green that complemented my complexion. As she helped me dress, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me.

Once I was dressed, Anna stepped back to admire her handiwork. "You look lovely, my lady," she said with a warm smile.

I managed a weak smile in return, though my mind was elsewhere. The thought of facing Seraphina, of stumbling through a dance under her critical gaze, made my heart race with fear.

As if sensing my apprehension, Anna laid a comforting hand on my arm. "You'll do just fine, my lady. Her Majesty may seem intimidating, but she's only trying to help," she reassured me.

I nodded, though I found little comfort in her words. The tension between Seraphina and me seemed to grow with each passing day, and I feared that today's lesson would only exacerbate it further.

With a deep breath, I followed Anna out of the chambers and down the corridors of the castle. My footsteps echoed against the stone walls, the sound a stark reminder of the weight of my responsibilities.

We arrived at the grand ballroom, where Seraphina was already waiting, her expression inscrutable as ever. I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what was to come.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," Anna greeted her with a respectful curtsey.

Seraphina nodded in acknowledgment, her gaze flickering over me briefly before returning to Anna. "Is she ready?" she asked, her voice cool and detached.

Anna nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Lady Elara is prepared for her lesson," she replied.

Seraphina turned her attention to me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Very well. Let us begin," she said, gesturing for me to approach.

I took a hesitant step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. Seraphina led me to the center of the ballroom, where a soft melody filled the air, the strains of music echoing off the walls.

"First, we shall start with the basic steps," Seraphina instructed, her tone brisk and businesslike. "Follow my lead."

I nodded, attempting to quell the mounting surge of nerves pulsing through me. Seraphina's fingers intertwined with mine, her touch igniting a subtle electric current that sent a shiver rippling down my spine. Her hand was warm against mine, a stark contrast to the cool air that enveloped us.

As we initiated our dance, our movements synchronized in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Seraphina took the lead effortlessly, her body moving with a fluidity that seemed almost otherworldly. With each step, her hand firmly guided mine, her touch simultaneously commanding and reassuring.

Yet despite her guidance, I struggled to match her grace. My feet faltered, tripping over themselves in clumsy missteps that disrupted our delicate dance. More than once, I inadvertently collided with Seraphina, our bodies briefly intertwining before stumbling apart again.

"Focus, Elara," her voice sliced through the air, sharp and biting. Her gaze bore into mine, demanding my full attention. "You must pay attention if you wish to improve."

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed I could never meet her expectations.

We persisted, our movements growing more strained with each passing moment. The tension between us crackled, thickening the air with an almost tangible weight. Every interaction, every touch, carried an undercurrent of intensity that left me breathless.

Finally, Seraphina called for a respite, her tone tinged with unmistakable irritation.

"Enough for now," she announced, releasing my hand with a subtle yet deliberate motion. Stepping back, she regarded me with a mixture of frustration and something else, something I couldn't quite decipher.

As she moved away, the absence of her touch left a lingering ache in its wake. Despite the frustration and tension that hung between us, there was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force drawing us together in this shared moment of vulnerability and desire.

And as we stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the dimly lit room, I couldn't help but wonder what might happen next.

I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the reprieve. Sweat beaded on my brow, and my muscles ached from the exertion.

Seraphina regarded me with a critical eye, her expression unreadable. "You have much to learn, Elara," she said, her tone icy. "But with time, perhaps you will improve. We will continue in a few minutes but just breath"

I nodded, though her words stung more than I cared to admit. "Thank you, Your Majesty," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

With a curt nod, Seraphina turned and strode from the ballroom, leaving me alone in the echoing silence. As I watched her go, a sense of resignation washed over me.

The road ahead would be long and difficult, but I was determined to prove myself worthy of the challenge. With a steely resolve, I squared my shoulders and prepared to face whatever lay ahead.

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