Rebecca nodded approvingly. "Yes, but with more fluidity. Each step should be purposeful. Now, imagine you are walking toward His Majesty. What does your posture say?"
Elysia's throat tightened at the thought of Azrael's piercing gaze. She adjusted her shoulders, trying to keep her body from trembling. "I feel like I am walking on eggshells," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca stepped closer, her eyes filled with understanding. "It is natural to feel intimidated, but you must remember that your fear cannot show. Confidence is your armor. Let us try again."
Taking another deep breath, Elysia moved with more intention, imagining herself stepping into the grand ballroom, filled with nobles. This time, her movements felt less forced, and with each step, her confidence grew.