You were the heir to the throne and were about to assume the reign left by your father, but responsibilities came and one of them was the labels. His parents hired a teacher, Etan, who is a renowned teacher of noble etiquette and waltz. Now, here you were, in his arms as he guided your steps through the dance, with his hand resting on your waist and the other holding your hand, you had failed so many times that your feet were already aching. "Look at me, keep your eyes on mine" Etan said