Dance 2: with Lady Lydia (@novella).
Thinking still on the verbal spar with Dorothea, he was quite pleased with how it had concluded. However, he was not pleased with where it had taken place; at the first ball of the season of all places. Firstly, so many ladies were clumsy on their feet this season, and secondly, he was worried on the backlash that his words to these women would cause for if they were overheard. Particularly when it gets back to his queen. Although not thinking too long on this, as Lydia’s voice interrupted his thoughts, startling Magnus back to the present. Quickly shifting his focus, a genuine smile formed on his face as he recognised a familiar presence. “Lady Lydia,” Magnus greeted her, bowing his head. “Ah, forgive me, I was lost in contemplation. It’s a pleasure to see you once more.”
He took a moment to gather himself and gaze at Lydia, taking her beauty and elegance in. “It has? Here I was thinking that we have spoken many a time this past year. Although enough on that, as your timing couldn’t be more perfect, as I found myself being a kind of cloaked obstacle.” Magnus paused a moment. “But enough about that, I’m eager to hear about your own experiences this evening. What tales have unfolded for you amidst the grandeur of this ball?” Then lowering his voice to probably one marked as a conspiratorial whisper, Magnus leaned in, “Or perchance, have you embarked on a covert adventure, one that you would be willing to share with a fellow excitement seeker?”
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