Chapter 213: The Trouble With Dancing
Lyria's POV
The night did not bring sleep easily.
I lay upon my bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts circling the same question again and again until the ceiling itself seemed to blur.
How was I to learn to dance?
Books, perhaps. There must be texts that described the steps, the postures, the way one ought to move across the floor. I could study them. Memorize the instructions. Practice in the privacy of my chambers when the maids were absent.
But I knew, even as I thought it, that such methods would not suffice.
Dancing was not like reading. One could not learn it from a page. One needed a partner. A partner who knew the steps, who could guide, who could correct without cruelty.
And I had no such partner.
The thought followed me into the grey light of morning.
The maids arrived at the usual hour.
Diana carried the basin. Sally carried the towels. Theresa carried nothing but her usual expression of mild disdain.
