Roke Alva

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Alvadik (Rockdell). Lezioni di danza.

Saluto

– Young man, are you imitating your heraldic animal?
– No...
– Then why are you trampling on my feet like a boar?
– Oh, sorry...

Dancing is a complex art. Richard already knew that; his home lessons hadn't been in vain. But he hadn't thought he would have to relearn it, especially under the guidance of Roque Alva.

– The Queen's reception is the day after tomorrow. I do not want you to embarrass me. Back into position, Okdell.

Richard sighed and took Roque's hand in his once more: Alva insisted that the young man lead the waltz, as he would have to dance with ladies. Surprisingly, the marshal made a decent lady; only the smell of wine and the breadth of his shoulders got in the way.

– I will explain once more: you must move in a square. Right foot...

Right foot forward, left foot beside it. Right foot. Right... hand on my shoulder. Warm. He is warm all over, but his eyes are cold. Beautiful. One could drown in them...

– ...and keep your back straight. Is that clear, young man? If so, we begin on my count. One, two, three...

...now, what was he saying?

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