Every day I wake up and realize it’s one day closer to the coronation. It’s one day closer till everyone knows we are alive. But I am going to enjoy these quiet days. It has been long overdue to where I actually enjoy my life. And today I get to dress my brother up in a stuffy suit. “Today we learn how to dance, but it can’t be simple,” I sighed as I was explaining to my brother what we are doing today, “The waltz. My most hated dance ever.” I grabbed the bridge of my nose as I remembered the first time I learned how to waltz. The one, two, three, etc. you kept hearing over and over got annoying, and then everyone’s feet might have well just been black from bruises. I mean the basic waltz was not too hard to learn but trying to just keep up the pace you tend to move your feet wrong.
