Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 69

Dylan POV

1,2,3… 1,2,3… A sigh left the queens mouth as the music was once again cut off due to me stepping on the feet of one of the butlers. “How many times must I say to keep your head up, and step lightly?!”

The dowager queen began to yell at me again causing me to swallow thickly. We’d been at this for nearly a week now. I was once again able to wear the constricting dresses that I was first placed in, they just made dancing all the more difficult, my scars being on show were no longer a concern as the entire world had already seen them anyway, and on my feet lay a pair of delicate heels.

“Again!” The music started and my head instantly went to my feet so I could see myself doing the steps, the butler took hold of both my waist and my hand and began to step. I tried to count in my head but I guess I was doing it out loud because the music once again abruptly stopped and the butler stepped away from me. “If you’re going to count the steps like an idiot then the least you could do is count them correctly.” I knew I’d never be able to do this. “Take a break, Stewart. I need a coffee, maybe something stronger.” Stewart, the butler, quickly held his hand out to escort a very stressed queen out of the room. The doors loudly slammed shut and I crumpled to the floor in exasperation.

“Come on now, it wasn’t that bad!” Lewis chuckled at my disheveled state, and held his own hand out to help me up. “I think your starting to get it.” He was just being kind, because I wasn’t getting it at all.

like I’m ever going to need it.” Lewis had hardly left my side since

during your coronation, right?” No, I most certainly did not know

me. “So you

I’m coronated?” I took

and into the long

but…” Well if that was the case then learning all this was definitely a waste

waltz or whatever it is I’m learning.” We continued to argue about my need to learn how to dance as we walked through the palace, and to the

at least learn a bit? The queen isn’t above getting physical, and if Josh finds out that you’ve not

he’d go ballistic, and I really wasn’t

in the firing line anymore, until his grace came back, my behavior reflected poorly on the beta