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"You speak as if I'd care. You misjudge me," Beron said, feigning indignation. "Of course I think of you dancing.... You seem like the dancing type. If you wish, we can dance here or I can show you the garden. It is bare, but life is slowly returning. Or you can show me how to really dance here. Tonight, I do not much care about the opinion of those around me." He said and despite the mask, the look on Evneglina's face was clear.: Shock. How bold he'd become all of a sudden? She shook her head. It was the mask. He felt more relaxed now that he wore a mask. Her eyes cut to the King thne back to Beron. That seemed to be a thing with these Northern men it seemed, with the exception of the Prince, but truth be told, he was sick, he didin't need to hide anyhting if he didn't think he'd live long enough to see the consquences of transparency.
"Unfortunately, I do care, I need no more looks of contempt among these people, and while I won't change the way I dress, dancing that way, would cause more problems then it would be worth." She said. "However, I like this bold approach of yours, you are typically so genteel, I will dance with you, you're way." She said. "I'll allow your gamble to pay off." She said with a smile. "But only this once." She said and allowed him to lead her to the floor. A sneaky thought crossed her mind then and she wondered how the King would feel of her dancing in her native ways? What would that do?