After some time I couldn’t stop myself and began to add more movement, before I knew it I was going around with the rest of the group.

He flashed his white teeth at my expression before silently mouthing dance my queen.Ī light blush stained my cheeks but following his command I began swaying in time to the music. A laugh bubbled out of me in surprise, he heard this somehow, his attention turning to me. He laughed and yawped whilst sweating profusely from dancing on the stage every now and then he would hop then stay in the air for too long as he levitated momentarily. The orange hair caught my eye forcing me to notice that it was in fact my king playing the fiddle. Roving closer I noticed the fiddler moving across the stage as he himself danced, his leg jumped up and down as he bobbed his head itn time to the music and weaved through the other musicians. Deciding not to look for king any longer I descried the band listening to the banjo, bass and fiddle play an optimistic tune. The stage was placed in the centre of the field and the band played a lilting tune that could convince even the stillest of people to dance. I looked around the crowded field and saw the happy faces of fairies, giants, humans and other creatures dancing along to the country style music. It was his idea to have this party to celebrate the end of the holy war but as soon as the music started he disappeared. He’s probably just mingling with someone.” This was the fourth person to ask me now, He must be caught up with some diplomat “No I’m sorry.

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