When the song finally ended, it may have been minutes or hours, I couldn’t tell, he stayed holding me around the waist and staring into my eyes. My illusion had melted away sometime during the dance, and I could see my brilliant green eyes reflected in his glossy ones. They faded back to black.
“Now, sweetness, can you see why we were driven away from the Wild and left to rot in this wasteland?”
I nodded, too breathless to answer.
“I’m sure you have many more questions, but you should rest now,” he said, letting me go. “There will be many more dances and many more chances to talk. I suppose you would prefer I keep your friends in good health?”
“Yes, please, your majesty,” I answered, worried somewhere in the back of my mind about how sincere it sounded.
“That can be arranged, especial
