Snippet #2379995

"I'd be happy to share a dance with you." He told her as they walked, feeling a little awkward about this. He didn't let it show, but he was a little torn by her question. He'd said yes because he really would like to dance, especially with her, but he was also terrified that she'd roast him alive (or something equally painful) if he'd rejected her offer. He chose to look at it as a positive situation. At the very least, he was to spend a short moment in time that he did not understand, or even knew, yet still admired.

The hallways were as wonderful as the gardens outside. It was dimmer inside, as one might expect. A bird chirped nearby, and the sound made the palace seem less dead inside. While the place was filled with people, everybody always seemed to exist in their own tiny worlds, passing each other by. "Thank you," he said to Alys as they reached the library. He peeked in, and saw the king, and by his feet ashes and burnt leaves. Alladel for a second wondered who in the world would be careless enough to burn things in a library, but quickly pushed the thought aside again. He wasn't sure exactly how far the king could see.

"My lord, king." He said, voice slowly raised, as if to announce himself. He took a single step forward. "I was wondering if you had written down all the songs you wish us to play at the ball, and if so, if I could have the list? The orchestra wants to be sure that we only offer you perfection." He bowed deeply, one might think that he was in danger of falling over, but he managed to stay on his feet.