The banquet hall was alive with music, the soft melody of music weaving through the air as the dance component of the evening began. King Lyle, ever the picture of elegance, extended his hand to Queen Iris, who smiled brightly and placed her hand in his. Together, they glided to the center of the dance floor, their steps light and fluid as they moved to the rhythm.
The sight of their graceful waltz drew murmurs of admiration from the gathered nobles and guests. As the king and queen led the floor, lords and ladies followed suit, their gowns and coats swirling as they joined the dance. Even some palace staff, giggling at the rare opportunity, ventured onto the floor, their excitement infectious.
Leah stood off to the side, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched the scene unfold
