A colorful celebration of life

Eularia was expecting him to refuse; she knew him as the gangly mess of limbs and two left feet. Not as a dancer, but gods, had she been so excited every time that he'd dance with her. Even if he looked like an idiot, she never saw him that way.

His movements this time were easy and swift, and she gasped as he swept her into a lift, You've been practicing! She couldn't help the laughter that quickly followed, nor the way her cheeks flushed.

Who taught you, I need to give them my thanks. She declared, as she grinned upward. Easy-going in a way she's not been since the loss of her husband. Why Alfred had not brought the man home, she could not fathom. But the butler had sent her no updates since she'd sent him on his search months ago.

Fingers twining through his, she turned and started down the stairs of their little tree-abode, pulling him with her. They'd weave through the crowds, until they found the musicians, and were standing in front of the musicians.

Eularia leaned into her advisor, grinning up at him. A stupid grin, one where if someone did not know who they were, they'd say she was dumbstruck with love. It faded after a second, when she realized. Their agreement had been to be nothing more than friends; and she kept forgetting that.

C'mon. She insisted, still smiling, though the energy of the smile was different. She'd lead them through a dance or two, before tiring and pulling her partner with her towards a patch of soft moss, still in range of the music. But she was able to settle onto the ground, eventually laying flat against the moist bed of moss.

I wish we could be this way forever. She doesn't specify 'what way', whether she means her mood, her lack of distinct fear and need to be worried, or the way he made her feel when she forgot everything else.