Behind the Royal Mask

Learning Dance with the Prince

Beatrice held the handles of the East Door, ready to go inside. She was not eager to do so, especially after the argument she had with Alaric. But she had to go in to learn the Ball Dance, or risk looking as a fool during the Ball. She turned the knob and slipped inside.

Alaric was already waiting inside, and when he saw her, he crossed the room to greet her. "Beatrice," he said as if he was relieved to see her. "I though that maybe I could teach you the basics of the dance... for the Ball."

Beatrice nodded and said quietly, "That would be great."

He extended his hand toward her with a gentle smile. "Shall we?"

She took his hand, and he led her toward the center of the hall, positioning her in front of him. He placed one hand on her waist and held her other hand in his, guiding her into position. His touch was gentle but steady.

There was an instrument in the corner of the room which was playing enchanting melodies.

"Now," he began softly, "the first step is to relax and listen to the music. Let it guide you."

Beatrice nodded, trying to focus on the gentle melody that filled the room, but her steps were tentative. Her gaze was firmly on her feet as she struggled to keep up with the rhythm. She could feel Alaric's eyes on her, watching patiently as she stumbled, her movements awkward and stiff.

Alaric cleared his throat. "It's a bit like walking on the cloud. Take light steps."

Beatrice glanced up at him before her eyes fell back towards the floor. Unsure of herself, she stepped forward too quickly, stepping on his toes.

Alaric winced slightly, "That's a sign of progress."

Beatrice pulled her foot back. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't worry about it," he said lightly, but his gaze grew more serious as he watched her, noticing the tension in her stance and the reluctance in her expression. He slowed to a stop, releasing her gently. "Beatrice..."

She looked up, surprised at his change in tone.

Alaric sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I wanted to apologize for earlier... I shouldn't have raised my voice at you."

Beatrice shook her head. "It wasn't your mistake, Alaric. You were right. You only said what you felt."

"But I upset you," Alaric said, his voice drooping. "I could have framed it better."

"I am not upset because of you, Alaric," Beatrice said. "I am angry with myself. I thought they were helping the commoners but I was not being realistic. If they caused the death of so many people... they can't be that much of a noble group."

"I think you were right in your place," Alaric offered. "I wasn't sensitive to your thoughts. It's easy to pass judgment when I've only seen things from my side."

Beatrice's expression softened, and she gave a slight nod. "Let's just... put it in the past." She offered him a tentative smile. "If you're still willing to teach me."

Alaric's face broke into a grin, and he held his hand out to her again. "Of course. Now, shall we try again?"

This time, when Beatrice took his hand, she felt the tension begin to ease. She was more aware of the music, the gentle rhythm guiding her steps, and slowly, she allowed herself to trust Alaric's lead. His grip was steady, making her feel safe.

They moved together, their steps growing smoother, her nerves beginning to melt as she followed his movements. She stepped on his foot a couple more times, earning a few playful winces and chuckles from Alaric, but he never once let go of her.