"I'm really not sure about this, princess. I understand that you want to organize these grand balls for our allies, and I understand that you want me there as your fiancé, but my knowledge about dancing just about begins and ends with the Macarena." Shiro protested as Allura all but dragged him into the old ballroom.
All of this felt so surreal. Ever since he was little, Shiro wanted nothing more than to be a hero and marry a beautiful princess (or prince, he really didn't mind all that much), but now that he was engaged to a real princess, he realized it was nothing like what he imagined. Regardless, Shiro loved Allura with all his heart. He was more than willing to lay down his life for her, but dancing, that was something else completely.
Images of his high school prom flashed through his head; stepping on the feet of his then-girlfriend on more than one occasion, tripping and stumbling left and right. Sure, he had come a long way since then, but Shiro had never danced again.
"I know, I've been told. That's why we're here." Allura looked at him with a sweet, somewhat unsettling smile.
Shiro tilted his head in response. "Huh?"
"We're not leaving this ballroom until you can dance." The princess snapped her fingers, and the large doors they entered through slammed shut. Shiro didn't have to listen very hard to hear a lock click in place. "Then, if you still have some energy left when we finish, you can show me this 'Macarena' you mentioned."
Shiro snorted, trying desperately to hide his anxiousness. "I'm sorry, princess, but the stars aren't aligned for that. Not today. Probably not ever."
"Let me just ask you this," Allura said, taking Shiro's hands in hers, "why is it that you always insist that you can't dance, but when I watch you on the battlefield, you move with all the grace of a Zankerian court dancer."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Shiro, what is holding you back?"
"Context, I guess… Look, I've danced before, I was horrible at it and I was humiliated in front of my entire school. Even if you say I got better, I'd prefer to not go through that again…"
"Well, I suppose leading a dance and leading Voltron are two very different things…" Allura mumbled, deep in thought. "I can actually show you how to do this myself, for one." She stated as she took Shiro's hands and grew a few inches. "Just pay close attention to what I do, then copy my movements when it is your turn."
Music started playing in the ballroom, a waltz if Shiro's memory served correctly. Shiro almost recoiled when Allura placed her hand on his hip, but all his nerves seemed to fade as she started to sweep him along the dance floor and he actually enjoyed it. He forgot all about the clumsy dancer he used to be, and Allura forgot all about teaching Shiro to lead a dance.
They were content just dancing the night away.
