“Yes.. just like that,” Leon praised as he applied slight pressure with his palm on small of your back. “Arch your back a little more for me, hun.”

It was just an ordinary Friday evening where you attended ballroom dancing lessons, a necessity for those of Royal blood. The tutor, Leon, wanted everything to his standards– perfection.

His finger hooked under your chin and tilted your head up. “Chin up. God, you’re forgetful today.” He chuckled, guiding you through the waltz with elegance.