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by nami <3 my child
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♛ May I have this dance?

Resilient Dancer:

     “Oh my, has it really been that long, lady Camilla?” Lazward questioned with a small smile on his face, inwardly congratulating himself for a job well done. He hadn’t messed up yet, and he was going to dance with one of the princesses of Nohr, his master’s very own sister! He was impressed with himself, honestly, as he gratefully intertwined his hand with hers. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

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      He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to teach the woman how to dance, but he supposed that maybe he’ll lead her along. That was what all of the cool guys in those cheesy romance novels said, right? ‘Follow my lead’ or something like that. Without his own knowledge, the mercenary found himself saying just that. “Follow my lead, okay?”

A light snort came out of her due to the cliché remark;
not exactly the most attractive thing she could have
done, but one that couldn’t be helped. Such words would have
sounded unnatural coming from anyone but Lazward. 
Her sharp hands entwined with his own, allowing herself
to be guided by the dancer.

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      ⎡You’ll have to forgive me if I happen to step on your
          feet, dear.

With that, the lady let the man guide her, the purple locks
flowing behind her as their bodies, still slightly
rigid and uncertain, moved in almost perfect sync. It had 
been some time since the princess had felt so…carefree;
the scenery behind the man became a blur, a distant
place of constant worries, where fatigue became a
loyal “companion”. With each turn, her heart leaped
with joy, each mistake induced a fit of laughter; the
kind of laughter where you’d dip your head backwards,
eyes would close, and your shoulder would slightly
scrunch upwards. The empty hallways and grandiose rooms
became detached from the initial feeling of isolation,
now they appeared to have more life. Perhaps it was
just her euphoric-like state at the moment, but their
laughter and goofy waltz filled the room with an aura
of warmth that one couldn’t describe. 

Camilla might have misjudged her brother’s subordinate;
he was very good at what he did. His charming character
resonated through his cheeky movements, and sudden 
dips. Surely, there was more to him than what she had
originally thought; mentally scolding herself for judging him
so poorly, she brought their dance to a slow pause, her
arm around his neck.

      ⎡I’m curious about you, Lazward. Who taught you how
          to dance this way?⎦

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