People gasped around us. Mostly royals muttered among them, spreading to Dukes and Duchesses. Prince Zuka marrying a soldier? A Guardian? A commoner put over princesses? What is that boy thinking?
Yeah, people can love other people.
They spoke like I were an alien and Prince Zuka was an elephant. Like I was a different breed than what they were expecting or wanted. Like I was a mutt among purebred dogs for a dog show. Princesses glared at me, Queens looked shocked, Kings were wary, Dukes were suspicious. But I paid no attention to them or what they said as Zuka and I were dancing, dresses flowing and men holding women to their chests.
It was simple and was even an arranged dance that was played at the Maid's Ball. We danced quickly, moving our feet to the beat and staring into
