People parted in order to pick new partners for the next lap.
Claire and Yeren remained exactly where they were.
He didn't loosen his grip on her waist, nor did she want him to.
Her left hand still clutched his shoulder.
He wanted her?
She met his gaze. Her knees were threatening to buckle beneath her.
"Why?"
The music for the third lap began. Slowly, they started moving.
People stared with shocked expressions - the King never dances with a Lady more than once except he had declared intentions.
"I just do."
Her shoulders stiffened.
"That's not an answer, Your Grace."
He stepped on her feet, grinning slyly.
"Some things cannot be explained, Miss Stenly."
Her gaze flicked over the crowd before returning to his.
"I understand that better than anyone else."
A soft chuckle erupted from him, low and enticing.
She caught herself smiling.
"I doubt it. A naive girl like you doesn't even know her left from her right."
