Roak

“May I have this dance?” I ask, extending my hand to Alena with a grin that makes her heart flutter, as if she were still the young maiden who first fell for me.

“Always,” she answers, taking my hand and allowing me to lead her onto the impromptu dance floor that has formed in the center of the courtyard.

Together, we move in synchrony, our bodies attuned to each other as much as our minds and souls. As we dance, it seems as if the very stars align to the ...