"No, no. Left foot goes with my right while right foot goes with my left." Says Mia as she tries to teach the prince how to dance.
"It is true. I have two left feet." He answers looking disappointed.
"Try telling that to your mother. Now, try again." She says.
He holds her by the waist and twirls her around then repeats the moves as instructed.
"Good." She says as the song comes to an end. "We regroup here tomorrow. Lord knows who will accept to dance with you at the ball." She says walking away.
He picks up his shoes as he stares after her. He could not quite understand why she loved dancing barefoot but he did know that her mother had taught her how to dance.
As days went by, the only person he felt comfortable around was her. He would not wear anything if not sewed by her. He would not go anywhere without her. As he was now beginning to realise it, he could not do without her. A feeling that now scared him out of his wits.
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As she is walking towards his chambers, he notices a voice inside that is not that of the prince. She carefully unsheaths her daggers looking about her to make sure nobody was looking then, she slowly enters the chambers.
Looking cautiously around her, she takes two steps forward before she feels cold metal pressed against the back of her neck.
She freezes while contemplating her next move. At the moment he brings his hand forward, she sees her opening and jabs him in his midsection making him let go of her.
She then jumps in the air and lands on his head with her knee and quickly plants both her daggers on either side of his neck as he attempts to get at her, only slightly grazing her cheek.
She then throws him out the window and returns her daggers in her sleeves when she hears someone coming.
"Oh dear! Are you alright?" Asks the prince accompanied by the royal guard.
"Yes your highness. Just a mere bruise that is all." She says catching her breath silently.
He steps forward and inspects her cheek frowning. "You need to be careful little mouse. Get to a physician right away." He says.
She rolls her eyes at him and replies," Yes your highness." As she walks off.
Her mission had just gotten more complicated. She did not want to acknowledge the rift inside her or the way the prince's soft gaze of concern made her stomach turn.
She slaps herself to stop thinking about that incident as she goes to get her cheek treated.
"We must increase security Dominic. I believe we are under attack." Says the prince as he walks off to make sure Mia is going to the physician.
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