A Order of Dance
Genevieve Winters stood in front of the long mirror that hung from the wall of the Private Dance Room. As a tap spoke from the speakers Genevieve gracefully slid into her position. posing silently she counted to 8 in
her head... 5,6,7,8. Just as she expected music arrived at the count of 8. She leaped to a fifth position, as the sound of Mozart filled her ears. She became tranced in her music and dance, to pointing her foot to her highest extensions she hadn't
noticed a guard walk into the room. She finished with a grand pile leap switch, the music had ended. She looked into the mirror startled by the guard standing in her dance room. The guard spoke, "The Queen and her mother would like to have a word."
This wasn't a shock to her, the Queen calls for her assistance with dance formals and such-not. Not even bothering to ask why , Genevieve quickly grabbed her water bottle, then left and followed the guard, down the halls and several flights of stairs.
The guard made no sound as he slowed to a stop to the door of the Queen's Study. Two other guards stood outside the door, he looked at Genevieve while the other knocked on the door and ushered me in. He gave them her introduction then swiftly shut
the door. Queen Eadlyn sat at her desk surrounded by papers, her mother Ms. America sat on the other side of her daughters desk. "Miss. Genevieve" The Queen started," How are you?". "I am doing wonderful, My Queen." She answered back with a glowing
smile. gave a small nod toward my direction. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to ask a favor?" spoke. "Yes, Ma'am?" She questioned. Queen Eadlyn shuffled some papers as her mother talked. She sighed and handed Genevieve some
papers. Looking at the papers Genevieve noticed A ORDER. "I would like you to teach my brother, Osten, to dance." The Queen said after a moment of silence. Genevieve stared up in awe, "Yo...You want me to teach Prinde Osten to dance?" She asked thinking
it was a joke. "Yes, Genevieve. My son is having his Selection and I would like for him to be taught. Properly!" stated. Genevieve noticed her stress and took the job. As Genevieve turned the door knob in shock about his selection,
spoke to the Queen in hushed whispers. A phrase caught Genevieve's attention, "He'll be a disgrace." She opened the door and gently closed it. Those words repeating back to back in her head, Genevieve gave a small smile to the two guards at the door.
Without waiting for a response she walked down the hall, horrified for who ever "he" is. Walking down the halls and past the dance room lost in thought she found herself at the Royal Hall. So lost in thought of the Order the dance she suddenly tripped
crashing into a guard. "Oh my Lord! I am so sorry Sir...?" Genevieve's face turned red as she got up off the floor. "Evan." The guard spoke. Genevieve noted that he had his face mask on normally they don't but what ever it is for it must be private.
"May I ask, your name?" Evan continued to speak. "Yes, my names Genevieve Winters." Genevieve answered softly. Pounding sounds of guards come through the hallway. "The Prince is missing!" One guard yelled to Evan, Evan quickly turned the opposite
direction then without another word he ran off. Genevieve watched him leave, leaving her in shock.