Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 209645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1048(@200wpm)___ 839(@250wpm)___ 699(@300wpm)
She then whirled out again, still holding his hand so he caught her before she would fly away.
After that, using their hands and arms and legs and hips, she spun and twisted, skipped and swayed, as well as did a good deal of jogging without getting much of anywhere.
Watching her, glancing at the others, listening to the music (but it must be said, mostly watching Farah and how joyful she seemed, not to mention the atmosphere of the same that charged the air around them), True fell into it.
Indeed, after a spell, True got lost in it, his blood moving, warming his body, his heart beating pleasantly harder, the joviality about him, the cheers and clapping, the stomping of feet and encouraging calls, the bursts of ringing laughter, the constant accompaniment of cheerful music.
The light growing in Farah’s eyes as he fell into the dance.
All of this driving him ever onward.
He laughed with her when she ran into a man who then took her away and True moved directly to the partner he had left behind, spinning her, twisting her, whirling her.
She, too, appeared openly gleeful as he did this before he twirled her away and caught another woman.
And when she spun away, he found himself with a female fairy.
He bent low, took her elbow, and they moved about the floor before she flapped her wings, taking herself off her feet so she was at his height, something that made the fairy laugh, thus, True did too.
This she did before she also spun off (or flew off), and he found himself confronted with Florian, who immediately curved an arm around his stomach, bowed low, lifted and then caught True’s arm and spun him around.
Everyone about them shouted with laughter and True grinned at his man before a comely woman laid claim to Florian.
True was pulled around and Farah was there.
When the music started building to a crescendo, she took both his hands and moved to the side, forcing him to move to the other. She took them faster and faster, doing this leaning back. He had no choice but to do the same, watching her long, shining hair flying to the side, her skirts billowing, her face gleaming, her laughter never ending.
It made him feel odd.
Dizzy.
Out of control.
And he liked it.
Because he also felt strangely more alive than he’d ever felt. His heartbeat in his chest escalating not due to a frustrating conversation with his father, infuriating news about Carrington, deep concern about an order to send his men into battle, his blood spiking because he was leading them there.
No, it wasn’t any of that.
He felt…
Uninhibited.
Free.
As the music sounded like it was going to die away, he tugged sharply on Farah’s hands, which meant she flew forward and slammed into his body.
He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her well off her feet, holding her at her thighs under the curve of her behind, and kept twirling around and around.
True watched her head fall back, her fingers linked around the back of his neck and her laughter rang through the room as he kept his head tipped, a grin stamped on his lips, and exalted in her glee.
He did this until the music stopped, and when it did, he wished it hadn’t.
But only then did True cease whirling and let her slide down his body.
That was a liberty he should not have taken, but he could not have stopped himself even if he’d been thinking.
But he was not.
He was captivated by her happiness.
Farah did not keep her hands linked at his neck.
She wrapped her arms around it, pulling him down to her.
Lost in her, feeling the warm softness of her body, her breast heaving against his chest, more aware of her than he’d ever been—and he’d been very aware of her for some time. Indeed, more aware of her than he had ever been of anyone, True bent to her, watching her eyes heat, glittering like topaz.
And then his gaze dropped, and he saw nothing but her lips.
“To the Prince and Princess of Wodell! Farah and True!” someone shouted right before his mouth would find hers.
A cheer split the air. “Farah and True!”
His eyes rose to hers and he saw frustration before she blinked it away and whispered, “Farah and True.”
“Farah and True,” he whispered back.
She smiled at him right before she was whisked away.
He went to reach for her, but he could not.
For he was whisked away too.
“Thank you for the dance, my prince,” a woman called as her man pulled her to the door.
“My pleasure, Edwina,” True called back.
Edwina waved and waved as she was dragged along, her eyes moving to Farah.
“Lovely to meet you, Lady Farah!” she yelled, almost out the door.
“And you!” Farah yelled back just as Edwina was pulled out.
His mother would be cross for months if she’d seen anything that night, specifically True (and Farah) shouting across a pub at a commoner.