The musicians continued playing, and I knew what was expected of me next. It was time to dance with the other three princesses, each dance carrying its own significance and sending its own message to the assembled guests.
Cecilia approached first, her red eyes bright with anticipation. "My turn?" she asked with characteristic directness.
"It would be my pleasure, Your Highness," I replied formally, offering my arm.
Dancing with Cecilia was like partnering with controlled fire. Her movements were precise and powerful, reflecting the strength that had made her such a formidable ally. Her golden hair seemed to glow under the lights, and her red eyes held mine with an intensity that spoke of deep affection tempered by political awareness.
"You look happy tonight," she observed as we moved through the steps of a more contemporary dance.
"I am happy," I replied honestly. "All of us together like this, celebrating Rose's birthday—it feels right."
