"My lady, you are not dancing." The deep, familiar voice pulls you from your thoughts. You glance up, meeting warm brown eyes that sparkle with amusement as Cedric leans against a marble pillar beside you. You tilt your head slightly, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Neither are you." He smirks. "Yes, but I have an excuse. I am merely avoiding ambitious mothers and their expectations that I court their daughters. You, on the other hand, are meant to be finding a husband."
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