Title: Sway
Rating: Pg
Words: 160
Competitor: Raoul
Round/Fight: Final
Summary: A wedding dance in the perspective of the bride.
Raoul rocked me back and forth, swaying to the music as we danced across the ballroom. I didn't usually dance, and certainly never with a man so tall or usually loathed dancing, but tonight was special. It was our wedding night. I felt safe and somewhat fragile in his arms as he whisked me back and forward to the music, swaying this way and that.
I think he was relieved to be out of the match makers grasps and sights, and even though our union is extremely controversial, we don't care. True love waits for no one and obeys no ones rules.
He whisked me around the room until we were near the small unobtrusive exit, which I am positive he is well acquainted with, and as he turned me, he dipped us both into a bow towards the attending monarch's, and swept me up into his arms to carry bridal style to head to our newly acquired marital quarters.