Kyler Dern was smiling. Truthfully, he had forgotten how much it was to spend the Winter Festival at the castle. He danced most of the dance, of course, asking the various women to accompany him during those times. He knew many of the women by name, but nothing more than this. But this was what he believed was the point of dancing: learning more about another person while swaying to a rhythm.
This was fairly obvious in his own experience. He had asked one of the Duke of Grentry’s daughters to dance with him, a girl by the name of Sadira. She was around his age, and carried an abundance of acne on her face, loosely covered by a thin veil of make-up. Kyler knew this was partially the reason that the other “gentlemen” had not asked her to dance. She looked awkward. And in a room of beautifu
