[ He leads her out to the center of the outer seating courtyard. The few people there give them a bit of a confused look, but William has never been one to care what other people's opinions on him are. They're ignored as his gaze focuses solely on Grelle. The music is quiet, and not exactly what you would take another's hand to dance to, but still he takes her hand up, settling the other upon her hip. ]
I am afraid the last dance I had was a waltz. Hardly fitting to this music.
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I am afraid the last dance I had was a waltz. Hardly fitting to this music.