Let’s dance
1062 Words
William leaves me alone in my room.
Today, I can be just Yara, although it’ll never be just her, not anymore. For now, I have a role to play.
I stare at the gown. It was not probably very expensive, but it still looks quite exquisite. I must admit that William has a good taste.
I take the gown from the box and I hold it in front of the mirror. Dark blue chiffon falls to the ground and I also see a slight touch of a silver application. The neckline is decent, not plunging. The long sleeves are embroidered with silver thread and the ornaments are breath-taking.
Having second thoughts, the gown was not cheap at all and the heels were neither. I look quickly to scan them and they’re made of real leather. They’re accurately high (just 7-10 cm), so I’ll be able to dance for a longer time. And what’s the best, they match with the dress.
I have to admit I’ve never received a gift like this, at least not as Yara. I’m not a person which can be bought by gifts, but this still brings a certain level of pleasure. I’m a girl after all.
I dress up while thinking what I shall do with my hair. I wave away this topic with my hand and I simply leave them fall to my shoulders and my back. I glance at the mirror. I’m satisfied with the result.
One dance is not a commitment nor display of any feelings so it can’t hurt me.
I have to remember the purpose of this life. I must not forget.
When I open the door, William stares for a short while, but then he gallantly offers his arm to me. I accept it. I would wish to stare at him too, although I shouldn’t. He’s in a tuxedo. To be honest, he’s hot. I would guess it’s tailored. One glance must be enough (for now).
There’s not a living soul in the corridor. He takes me to a small, but exquisite hall. There are mirrors and golden chandeliers. The walls are of polished marble interlaced with golden plates.
I remember I have seen the hall in my previous life, but I can’t recall where.
William appears in front of me in his complete perfection. I can’t take off my eyes of him. He’s like a magnet and he probably knows.
William offers me his hand and I take it with a little hesitation.
“Today’s lesson will be about dancing. As a personal’s princess guard, you’ll have to be able to dance in case she’s indisposed, she doesn’t want to or any other reason you can imagine. You’ll be always armed while staying with her, even when dancing,” he lectures me. “I’ll be lenient today, but not tomorrow. You’ll have to learn how to dance with elegance and also while carrying weapons. You’ll have to be able to fight in any dress or gown. I don’t expect from you nothing less than perfection,” he smirks.
I’m listening him with one ear only. I’m flooded with my own memories of great balls and everlasting dance.
He clears his throat to, because he’s apparently annoyed by me not paying attention. I see he has decided to torture me since his eyebrows are raised.
“You can put aside your weapons, just for today, Yara,” he orders.
Do not worry, The Pure Blood Prince, I’m sure that at the end of the day it’ll be you who would face the consequences.
He doesn’t even show me the steps so he plans something peculiar. Only one of us can lead.
In a dance, skilled and talented partner is hard to find. Let’s see then, if we’re compatible.
We face other. He bows and I curtsy while touching my gown.
All of the sudden, I hear music. Shostakovich waltz n. 2. I would always recognize it. Everywhere.
He takes my hand and then we start with our lesson. He’s a confident dancer. He surely had to practice and dance for eternity, because his moves are très elegant and smooth, but also uncompromising and strict.
They say your true nature is revealed while fighting or dancing.
William holds me tight while staring into my eyes. It’s intimidating and intimate at the same time and it horrifies me. I’m balancing on the edge of the knife and in each minute I can fall down.
“You’re not a disappointment,” William grumbles, “that’s a surprise for a change.”
I know he wants to upset me, but Selene (and now even Yara), we are both aware of our qualities.
“And you are a gentleman indeed,” I say with almost no emotion in my voice, but I can’t really hide irony behind my words. “Your compliments resemble to water in the desert, they are precious to find and impossible to swallow.”
To warn me, William squeezes my hand and my back a little. He looks at me in disbelief.
“What is it with you today, Yara?”
I don’t answer. I’m not obliged to.
“Let’s change the music, shall we?” William commands.
I curtsy to hide my despise.
I suddenly hear a familiar piece. I love Libertango. This music is a balsam for my soul even though it ignites fire inside me.
“Piazzolla?” I sigh.
“Educated in music?” he teases me, “you know, it always takes two to tango,” he grabs me with a little force not allowing me to escape his grip and his gaze.
I can feel the tension between us. The music increases on volume and melody develops through our dance. We move together as we would be destined for each other, perfect partners, inseparable. We complete each other. Gradually, we lose ourselves in music and in our mutual presence. We breathe the same air and I can smell his scent filling my head, making me dizzy. This passionate dance shortens both of us of our breath, because we feel the heat of our bodies. We can’t stop. We’re beyond our borders, lost in passion and forthcoming promises. Desire darkens our judgement and weakens our mind and reason.
We face each other, breathless almost kissing.
The music stops and suddenly somebody is clapping the hands in a distance.
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