Chapter 180 - Friction on the Dance Floor

The violin increased.

"I'm not so good in dancing." Vulcan said. "In the Fire Tribe, we can practice more for wars."

"Follow my lead?"

"Certainly. I put a lot of trust in you, my Lady." He smiled, slipping a hand against her back while she started dancing, chuckling as they sawyed on the dance floor and pass the king.

Drako frowned lightly, his gaze only following them for a brief moment before Eefa's pointed heels dug into his boots, snapping his attention back to her.

"How clumsy of me. I apologize for that, your Majesty."

"It's alright, Queen Eefa." He twirled her around. "I have heard that Canilus' way of dancing is different from Alusa's."

"So," she drawled, "you don't mind my heels digging into your boots again?"

At that moment, her heels dug into his boot again. He looked down at her, a disapproving look on his face.

"I--I--sorry." She gave a small uneasy laughter. "I'll try to my best to avoid that."

"Hmm."