Dancing Hearts and a Spinning Wheel of Fate

The tune of the music shifted and it was time to switch partners. Unknowingly to Miss Charlotte, Lord Silas has been moving them around the dance floor closer to Lady Lucinda and her dance partner. He shifted his gaze to eye her at his periphery vision, he observe the man with her was saying a few words drowned out by the music.

"Thank you for the dance. And for the generous information you have given to me. It would prove quite useful". His lips tipped up at her, but something was different about it this time around. She couldn't put her finger on it...but, it made her quite uneasy.

Before she could stutter out a response he already pulled away. Other ladies settling in with a partner saw his opening, but he stride through the hall, the short distance it took and clasp his hand on Lady Lucinda's.

"Pleasure to have this dance" was all he said before tentatively resting his other hand at her side above her waist. A chorus of gasp sounded around them, but he payed them no mind and began dancing with the lady in his arms.

His actions weren't unusual persay . The only shocking thing was the fact that he pushed past every lady he could dance with on his way and went directly for the rumored lady of the night.

The nobilities didn't know whether to put his actions as interest or naivety of the atmosphere around this woman.

But they all watched now. The ones who dance, along with the rest that observed the ball. Their attention was all directed at the now dancing pair.

In the pair arms, Lord Silas noticed dancing with the woman was in ease, she didn't attempt to draw closer to him like Miss Charlotte. He took a tentative peek below his lashes and found her gaze away from him, she wasn't battering her lashes at him, it was like she wasn't even curious about the man that came to snatch her up for a dance.

The music was slow and despite the heavy gazes on them they still slowly twirl around the dance floor.

Judging by his calculations it must almost be time. His gaze survey the hall till he caught his adviser gaze, a nod in his direction was enough to show it was done.

Then the music started slowing down. Thinking it was cue for the end of the song, the people around the hall started to slow, ready to separate.And it was no exception to the lady in his arms.

Before she could step back, he pulled her flushed against him, Silas couldn't help but notice her soft curves on him. Like he expected, startled by his sudden action her gaze flickered up to his. He could see the small crease in her brows, and it registered to him that he was delighted to no end to get a reaction from her.

The only response she got however was a lift of a corner of his lips.

This action however turned the gaze around them to curious startled ones as they proceeded dancing along to the start of another music.

The music started to raise in octave and fasten. They all danced to it but as the seconds tick by it continued to speed up, the tunes melodious but became too fast for the others to keep up, and some that did, ended up stepping on their partner foots or almost stumbling on the dress of their companion.

It was strange. This song wasn't from this land. It was too fast, to intense it made their heart beat. But admist all the confused expression, one couple still danced away. The guest turned to watch in unhinged fascination on how the last couple standing glide away on the dance floor. Their movement were elegant, they couldn't track it with their gaze, in sync the couple glide through the marbles floor, in fluid movements they danced away in the night. The collective silver chain, cufflinks and gems glistened under the numerous candles and chandeliers; her dress twirling and flaring as they spun around the hall.

The tunes continued moving never slowing down but the pair followed, never faltering, never missing a step. So gracefully they moved, and it somehow felt like a silent conversation, a form of communication. The way they moved didn't feel like dancing anymore. They didn't know whether it was the pair or the music that played with strings in their hearts but they all felt at that moment they were intruding on something important, a beginning of something new. Untold, but a catalyst to unfold everything as they knew it.

Lady Lucinda and Lord Silas stuck in a dome of unspoken words and expression, used this form of dance to express it. He held the lady's gaze and she didn't back down . Her wild ebony black hair shifted with their movement, fluttering behind her with the speed they moved.

This was it, everything he needed to know about her was this. He twirled her then, tilting till her head dipping back low as his hand held her thigh and the sudden flurry of music stopped abruptly.

The hearts of the guests seized. What the pair did was scandalous. They where too close, too intimate and the act itself was Preposterous and left their jaws hanging open. As Lord Silas slowly raised her to meet his gaze, they were mere inches from each other and their chest both raised and fall in sync. Silas lips tipped up as what met his gaze; a fiery dept of flame threatened to set him ablaze where he stood.

Then she pulled back, releasing herself from his grasp, turning, she walked head held high away from the dance floor. Chatters flowed around them. Lips moved and new rumors formed, but this time it was not only about the verminous bitch. It was now about the two faced witch and the dashing new stranger in town.

Lord Silas ran his fingers through his stylishly tousled strands and glanced to the side of the hall where his adviser stood, brows raised and no doubt a million questions to be answered.

Theodore stood as a spectacle to it all, and as his bright gaze dart to his exiting mother and the dashingly dressed man, his big eyes twinkled and his grin stretched wide in mischief.

A spinning wheel has just been set in motion.