“It is my deepest honor to be dancing with you, Your Grace!” she cried excitedly, before she let him go, and he was caught by another woman.

This woman whirled him, also beaming, and further shouting to the room, “Look at me! I’m dancing with our handsome Prince True!” Her head twisted this way and that with the twirl as she yelled, “I shall steal him from you, my lady.”

“Never!” Farah called, breaking from the man who was spinning her to come and lay claim on True.

The woman spun away with a delighted laugh.

“No one comes between a fair maiden and her prince!” someone shouted.

“Hear, hear!” someone else called.

Farah reeled him around and around, smiling up at him happily before she stopped their turning and caught his hands. She did some maneuver over their heads that took their arms behind their necks before she let go and fell back.

True nearly cursed, moving to catch her, but before she fell, it was she who caught his hand, their arms long. Then she twirled in, holding hands, so she banged into him, her back to his front, their arms wrapped around her middle.

She tipped her head and again caught his eyes.

“Just listen to the music, bello,” she urged. “And let go.”

She then whirled out again, still holding his hand so he caught her before she would fly away.

After that, using their hands and arms and legs and hips, she spun and twisted, skipped and swayed, as well as did a good deal of jogging without getting much of anywhere.

Watching her, glancing at the others, listening to the music (but it must be said, mostly watching Farah and how joyful she seemed, not to mention the atmosphere of the same that charged the air around them), True fell into it.

Indeed, after a spell, True got lost in it, his blood moving, warming his body, his heart beating pleasantly harder, the joviality about him, the cheers and clapping, the stomping of feet and encouraging calls, the bursts of ringing laughter, the constant accompaniment of cheerful music.

The light growing in Farah’s eyes as he fell into the dance.

All of this driving him ever onward.

He laughed with her when she ran into a man who then took her away and True moved directly to the partner he had left behind, spinning her, twisting her, whirling her.

She, too, appeared openly gleeful as he did this before he twirled her away and caught another woman.

And when she spun away, he found himself with a female fairy.

He bent low, took her elbow, and they moved about the floor before she flapped her wings, taking herself off her feet so she was at his height, something that made the fairy laugh, thus, True did too.