Elara
His hands were stretched out in front of me, his eyes fixed on my face. He looked like he was not in my league. He looked like he belonged here, in this vast opulent room, filled with powerful and elegant people and I belonged in the streets...or where people that weren't useful were discarded. It didn't matter.
I quickly shook my head, stepping back hurriedly, my heart thundering violently in my chest. "I—I can't....I can't dance, I'm just a ser...vant," I breathed out hurriedly, rushing my words.
The man stood, staring at me like I was a puzzle. He tilted his head and I could see the slight twitch on his eyebrow, almost as if he was assessing me. His gaze swept all over me, from my face to my feet. Then he dragged his gaze back to me. He looked...calm.
"You are a servant?" He
