(Sienna’s POV)
A full orchestra plays music designed to evoke tangled two-by-two movements.
Strings bend to the will of those playing them in a serenely intimate cacophony that drowns out the existence of the others on the dance floor or the onlookers.
For a short time, it doesn’t feel like a Royal or political event. I even temporarily forget that I am here with this man by contractual force…for a heartbeat, he feels like mine.
And my wolf…she feels like she’s found her way home.
I feel Arthur’s heartbeat as we dance; his heat radiates through me. His hand in mine fits like a glove, and the other one on my waist stirs sensations low in my belly.
All we're doing is dancing. I'm not interested in this man or any sort of relationship. Sure, physically he’s handsome, but he’s also
