Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 72

Dylan POV

Another day, another lesson. These stupid royalty lessons we’re becoming an absolute nightmare and simply consisted of a berating from her grace and nothing more. I was once again in the middle of a dance lesson, and growled silently as I once again stepped on Stewart’s foot.

Lewis had been distant, he’d been there wherever I went, but he kept at an arms length and hardly even spoke to me. I knew I’d fucked up, I knew it as soon as his eyes gravitated towards our conjoined hands, I will never make the same mistake again.

“What is so difficult about this? Josh learnt this at the age of 5!” She quickly hit me upside the head and made my hair fly out of its tightly bound updo. I felt the clips pull the smallest strands of my hair causing me to wince. Feeling my hair pull hurt more than the queens actually hand. “Maybe it is your partner?”

Yeah, maybe it was. I was trying my best to keep up with him, but the idiot butler seemed to be making it difficult for me to do so. The thought had never occurred to me that the fault may not actually lie with myself.

“Your Grace, I assure I am doing everything in my power to…” The queen rather quickly cut of the sniveling man and turned to him, her entire posture seemed to change when she reverted her gaze from me onto anyone else.

“I am aware Stewart. Do not trouble yourself.” She quickly sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose before turning to the royal beta who was stood in the corner of the large hall watching my disastrous failure.

“Lewis, you know this dance…” I watched as the betas eyes widened the smallest of fractions before he feign innocence. Yeah right, he was avoiding me like the plague and I had every single intention of figuring out why me touching him was such a big deal. Of course, I didn’t want to anger the man though, I genuinely don’t think I could bear it if he hit me. I considered him a Friend after all. “Please, come and attempt to tutor her.”

The queen waved me off, as if she had all but given up trying. I admit, I didn’t have a single ounce of rhythm in my body, which sucked when all I was trying to do was grasp the order of the steps, without counting out loud, or looking at my feet while I performed.

validated, he really didn’t want to be near

you have been tasked with watching over the girl, have you not? Let’s see if you can drill something into that head of hers.” She quickly held her hand out

arms out in order to assume our dancing position. It was almost as if he would rather

blame him.

own. I heard him suck in a breath and shake his head in

whirl and with it Lewis began to step our bodies around the

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Chapter 72

my foot came down onto his own, and once again the music stopped. He sighed and gripped my hand tighter. “Stop focusing so much on the steps and simply try to match my rhythm.” Easier said then done but still I nodded my head while not allowing my eyes to leave my feet. “Again…” the music once again started and he bagan to count. “1,2,3… 1,2,3… That’s it…” Wait, was I beginning to get it. My feet moved stiffly but they moved in time to the music and on beat

movements.

your feet, always look your dance partner in the eye.” My gaze moved slowly up

dilated at the sight of mine, and his posture became slightly stiffer than it was previously. His grip on my hand tightened ever so slightly and

somewhat anticipate his next move, and was able to counter it when I needed too. When his left foot moved my right foot did, and

under his arm and caught

sort of in a large circle. “Do it again…” I did and we continued to move to each other’s rhythm. By the time the music was coming to an end we were close, out chests practically

that for what felt like a lifetime, it was in hindsight, most likely a few seconds, just staring into each other orbs. Until our strange little intimate moment was